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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 trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on of salty wood
Caught me 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 understand
it a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no outrun
The blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd want someone so crass as to want 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 spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we pray we it short
I a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we 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 could never show you anything as as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on of salty wood
Caught me 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 understand
it a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no outrun
The blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd want someone so crass as to want 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 spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we pray we it short
I a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we 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 could never show you anything as as You
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