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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
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the crab in its proper sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on of salty wood
Caught me at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a steady to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades 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 the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I assure you, it was not I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
napping with his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, 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 ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the crab in its proper sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on of salty wood
Caught me at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a steady to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades 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 the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I assure you, it was not I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
napping with his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, 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 ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
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