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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 proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made look from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of wood
me eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's I've made no could outrun
The cloth on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and 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 memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted with his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no need to be strong
We our confessions long and when we we keep it short
I drank a full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
while sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you as beautiful 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 proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made look from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of wood
me eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's I've made no could outrun
The cloth on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and 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 memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted with his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no need to be strong
We our confessions long and when we we keep it short
I drank a full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
while sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you as beautiful as You
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