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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 each tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
made everything look from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of wood
me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder 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 blades held with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the 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 flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not I expected it to be!
I taste its kiss, that dull in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain spotted napping his mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with 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 back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
while watching sink the ship of everything we knew
If you come near I'll up a mirror
Lord, I could show you as beautiful as You
Sailing in our ships
and each tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
made everything look from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of wood
me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder 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 blades held with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the 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 flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not I expected it to be!
I taste its kiss, that dull in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain spotted napping his mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with 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 back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
while watching sink the ship of everything we knew
If you come near I'll up a mirror
Lord, I could show you as beautiful as You
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