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Messes Of Men 
Hard
by MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and there's dying
like the horseshoe in its seasons its shell
distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
made look wrong anywhere we stood
and our blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on of salty wood
me making at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me louder at the told 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 spinning acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made 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 never want someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted with his first 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 drank a full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and there's dying
like the horseshoe in its seasons its shell
distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
made look wrong anywhere we stood
and our blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on of salty wood
me making at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me louder at the told 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 spinning acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made 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 never want someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted with his first 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 drank a full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
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