Ceramics

He can't stand still Whilst he looks at me You try too hard No one cares How your face looks That was a solid high five For a guy With wet palms He hopes that I'm in love There just isn't a spark There's no reason why We just don't See it working That was a solid high five For a girl With wet palms He speaks so much I can hardly respond We asked him why He said he feels guilty Surrounded by flies Is where he feels most at home Only one face to please