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Messes Of Men 
Hard
by MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
in our separate ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the crab in its proper seasons its shell
Such distance from our friends
a scratch across a lens,
made look from we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well 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 outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone 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 taste its kiss, dull hook in my lip
is a memory as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we we keep it short
I a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
in our separate ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the crab in its proper seasons its shell
Such distance from our friends
a scratch across a lens,
made look from we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well 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 outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone 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 taste its kiss, dull hook in my lip
is a memory as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we we keep it short
I a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
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