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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 tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its proper sheds its shell
Such from our friends
a a lens,
made look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we songs on of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a steady hand to navigate 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 nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never someone so crass as to want someone me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as as a rod a reel
To an ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep 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
watching sink the ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I could never show you as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its proper sheds its shell
Such from our friends
a a lens,
made look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we songs on of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a steady hand to navigate 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 nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never someone so crass as to want someone me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as as a rod a reel
To an ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep 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
watching sink the ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I could never show you as beautiful as You
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