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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 proper seasons its shell
distance our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything wrong anywhere we stood
and our paper away we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote on of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've 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 brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so as to someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we 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 the heavy 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 caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons its shell
distance our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything wrong anywhere we stood
and our paper away we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote on of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've 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 brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so as to someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we 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 the heavy 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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