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Messes Of Men 
Hard
by MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and from tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper sheds its shell
our friends
a scratch across a lens,
made everything wrong from we stood
and our paper blew we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on of 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 takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've made no could outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
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 off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull in my lip
is a memory as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor 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 and when we pray we keep it short
I a thimble of 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 tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper sheds its shell
our friends
a scratch across a lens,
made everything wrong from we stood
and our paper blew we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on of 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 takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've made no could outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
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 off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull in my lip
is a memory as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor 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 and when we pray we keep it short
I a thimble of 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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