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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 each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
everything look wrong from we stood
and our blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their 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 acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my and mildew on my glass,
I'd never 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 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 napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
everything look wrong from we stood
and our blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their 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 acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my and mildew on my glass,
I'd never 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 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 napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
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