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Messes Of Men 
Hard
by MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but insist
in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its proper seasons its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look anywhere we stood
and our paper before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never so crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues 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 hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we it short
I drank a thimble of fire and I'm not back
Oh, my God!
I do not we insist
watching sink the ship of everything we knew
If you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its proper seasons its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look anywhere we stood
and our paper before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never so crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues 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 hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we it short
I drank a thimble of fire and I'm not back
Oh, my God!
I do not we insist
watching sink the ship of everything we knew
If you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
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