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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 tiny caravelle
Tiring and there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
a scratch a lens,
made everything look wrong from we stood
and our paper blew before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we on sheets of salty wood
me making at the other boatman's wives,
and 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 held acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The 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 crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still its kiss, dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
napping with his mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no to be strong
We our confessions long and when we pray we it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not coming 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 never show you anything as as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
a scratch a lens,
made everything look wrong from we stood
and our paper blew before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we on sheets of salty wood
me making at the other boatman's wives,
and 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 held acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The 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 crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still its kiss, dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
napping with his mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no to be strong
We our confessions long and when we pray we it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not coming 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 never show you anything as as You
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