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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 dying
the horseshoe in its proper sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a across a lens,
made everything look wrong from we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never someone 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 what I expected it to be!
I taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a as useless as a rod a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted 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 keep it short
I a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I never show you as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
the horseshoe in its proper sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a across a lens,
made everything look wrong from we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never someone 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 what I expected it to be!
I taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a as useless as a rod a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted 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 keep it short
I a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I never show you as beautiful as You
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