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Messes Of Men 
Hard
by MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and there's unnecessary dying
like the in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made everything look wrong anywhere we stood
and our blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these on of salty wood
Caught me making at the boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the jokes by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want so crass as to want like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I taste its kiss, that in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you as as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and there's unnecessary dying
like the in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made everything look wrong anywhere we stood
and our blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these on of salty wood
Caught me making at the boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the jokes by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want so crass as to want like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I taste its kiss, that in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you as as You
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