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Messes Of Men 
Hard
by MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
in our separate ships
and from tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe crab in its seasons its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
made everything wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes 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 librarian and secretary's son
on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd want 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 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 still docked
Captain spotted napping his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I a thimble of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you as beautiful as You
in our separate ships
and from tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe crab in its seasons its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
made everything wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes 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 librarian and secretary's son
on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd want 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 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 still docked
Captain spotted napping his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I a thimble of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you as beautiful as You
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