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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 tiny caravelle
and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper sheds its shell
Such distance our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a steady to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
on my brass and on my glass,
I'd want someone so crass as to 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 in my lip
is a memory as 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 need to be strong
We keep our and we pray we 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
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 you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from tiny caravelle
and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper sheds its shell
Such distance our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a steady to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
on my brass and on my glass,
I'd want someone so crass as to 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 in my lip
is a memory as 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 need to be strong
We keep our and we pray we 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
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 you anything as beautiful as You
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