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Messes Of Men 
Hard
by MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the in its seasons sheds its shell
distance our friends
like a across a lens,
made everything look from we stood
and our blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
me eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain with his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We our confessions long and when we we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up a mirror
Lord, I could you as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the in its seasons sheds its shell
distance our friends
like a across a lens,
made everything look from we stood
and our blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
me eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain with his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We our confessions long and when we we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up a mirror
Lord, I could you as beautiful as You
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