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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 tiny caravelle
Tiring and there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
made everything look wrong from we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of salty wood
me making 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 understand
it takes a steady to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd want so crass as to want me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still its kiss, that in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain with his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from tiny caravelle
Tiring and there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
made everything look wrong from we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of salty wood
me making 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 understand
it takes a steady to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd want so crass as to want me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still its kiss, that in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain with his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as as You
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