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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 from tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made wrong anywhere we stood
and our paper blew we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast 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 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 taste its kiss, dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted napping his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no to be strong
We our confessions long and we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while sink the heavy ship of we knew
If ever you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our ships
and from tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made wrong anywhere we stood
and our paper blew we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast 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 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 taste its kiss, dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted napping his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no to be strong
We our confessions long and we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while sink the heavy ship of we knew
If ever you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you anything as beautiful as You
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