(Music & Lyrics by Tom Levin)
You tell me I can do much better
You tell me no one sings along
You tell me the compliments only flatter
You dwell on the only thing that’s wrong
And I receive my conviction
I try but I can’t satisfy
Cause’ I’m a prisoner of perfection
And I’m charged with all that I lack
By the judge on my back
You turn my open mind into narrow
You burn my temple when I rejoice
I’ve learned to ignore Cupid’s arrow
I’ve learned to question my own voice
And I receive my conviction
I try but I can’t satisfy
Cause’ I’m a prisoner of perfection
And I’m charged with all that I lack
By the judge on my back
The judge on my back
