Trick Shots

Summer Surf
An empty bench
A lot of us around
Can’t take a seat
Want to make more friends somehow
It’s hard to look in the eyes, every word is a lie
It’s easy when you’re smiling but it’s so hard to find
The one
The search begun
From time to time there’s place for upright things
And we repeat it when someone’s not pleased
But still afraid to spot the manner of ones sight
They’re so nice, tongue becomes tight