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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 from tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
look wrong from we stood
and our paper before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held with the waves
as there's I've made no rowing outrun
The cloth on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with on my and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so as to want someone like me
but a few off the shore, I bit a lure
and I you, it was not I it to be!
I still its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever 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 tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
look wrong from we stood
and our paper before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held with the waves
as there's I've made no rowing outrun
The cloth on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with on my and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so as to want someone like me
but a few off the shore, I bit a lure
and I you, it was not I it to be!
I still its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever 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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