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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 tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
everything look wrong we stood
and our blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've 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
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never someone so crass as to want someone me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not what I 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 ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain with his first mate at the wheel,
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 exist we insist
watching sink the heavy ship of we knew
If you near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I could show you as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
everything look wrong we stood
and our blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've 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
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never someone so crass as to want someone me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not what I 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 ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain with his first mate at the wheel,
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 exist we insist
watching sink the heavy ship of we knew
If you near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I could show you as beautiful as You
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