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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 from each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
the crab in its proper sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from we stood
and our blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these on sheets of wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd want someone so as to want 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, dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain napping with his mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our confessions and when we pray we 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 the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I could never you anything as beautiful as You
in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
the crab in its proper sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from we stood
and our blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these on sheets of wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd want someone so as to want 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, dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain napping with his mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our confessions and when we pray we 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 the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I could never you anything as beautiful as You
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