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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 caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a a lens,
made everything wrong anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
me making at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want so crass as to want 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 hook in my lip
is a memory as as a rod a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no to be strong
We keep our long and 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
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 as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a a lens,
made everything wrong anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
me making at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want so crass as to want 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 hook in my lip
is a memory as as a rod a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no to be strong
We keep our long and 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
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 as You
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