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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 each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe in its proper sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made look from anywhere we stood
and our paper away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of wood
me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no outrun
The cloth on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want so crass as to someone 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 without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while 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
in our separate ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe in its proper sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made look from anywhere we stood
and our paper away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of wood
me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no outrun
The cloth on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want so crass as to someone 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 without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while 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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