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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 from each tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper sheds its shell
distance from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on of wood
Caught me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could outrun
The cloth on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not 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 anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a full of fire and I'm not back
Oh, my God!
I do not we insist
while watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper sheds its shell
distance from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on of wood
Caught me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could outrun
The cloth on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not 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 anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a full of fire and I'm not back
Oh, my God!
I do not we insist
while watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as as You
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