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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
and there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me louder at the told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I taste its kiss, hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted napping his first at the wheel,
along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we 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 watching sink the ship of everything we knew
If ever you near 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
and there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me louder at the told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I taste its kiss, hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted napping his first at the wheel,
along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we 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 watching sink the ship of everything we knew
If ever you near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
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