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Messes Of Men 
Hard
by MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons its shell
distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of wood
Caught me eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the jokes by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The 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 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 lure
and I assure you, it was not what I it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain 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 it short
I drank a thimble of fire and I'm not ever 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 hold up high a mirror
Lord, I show you anything as as You
Sailing in our ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons its shell
distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of wood
Caught me eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the jokes by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The 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 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 lure
and I assure you, it was not what I it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain 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 it short
I drank a thimble of fire and I'm not ever 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 hold up high a mirror
Lord, I show you anything as as You
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