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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 caravelle
and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made look wrong anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me louder at the told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning 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
on my and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want so crass as to want like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I it to be!
I taste its kiss, that dull in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain napping with his mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we we it short
I drank 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 heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
in our separate ships
and each caravelle
and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made look wrong anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me louder at the told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning 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
on my and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want so crass as to want like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I it to be!
I taste its kiss, that dull in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain napping with his mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we we it short
I drank 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 heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
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