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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 each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the in its seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from 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 sheets of salty wood
me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no 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
with tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd want so crass as to want someone me
but a few 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 a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain napping his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We our confessions long and when we pray we it short
I drank a of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never you anything as as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the in its seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from 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 sheets of salty wood
me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no 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
with tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd want so crass as to want someone me
but a few 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 a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain napping his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We our confessions long and when we pray we it short
I drank a of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never you anything as as You
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