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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
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything wrong from we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it 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
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted napping with his mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I 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 of everything we knew
If ever you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything wrong from we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it 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
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted napping with his mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I 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 of everything we knew
If ever you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
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