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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 each tiny caravelle
Tiring and 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 everything from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me at the boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never want so crass as to want someone like me
but a few off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
watching sink the ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I show you anything as as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and 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 everything from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me at the boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never want so crass as to want someone like me
but a few off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
watching sink the ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I show you anything as as You
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