The wind hits my skin
Piercing onto my forehead
The sweat seeps through my shirt
I wince as I try and focus
Grabbing the box after failure
I take a bottle in my hand
And I know
But I'm trying
Eye on the ball son
Why am I missing when it's right there
You look at me with such disappointment
I try more and more
The result is all the same
And I know
But I'm trying
But I can't
Can you
Come back with me
When it's all over
Stare past your shiny ball
And just look at me