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Messes Of Men 
Hard
by MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
in our ships
and from each tiny caravelle
and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
a across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning the waves
as there's I've made no could outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd someone so crass as to 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 memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain napping his first at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we pray we keep it short
I a thimble of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
while sink the heavy ship of we knew
If ever you come near I'll up a mirror
Lord, I show you as beautiful as You
in our ships
and from each tiny caravelle
and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
a across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning the waves
as there's I've made no could outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd someone so crass as to 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 memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain napping his first at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we pray we keep it short
I a thimble of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
while sink the heavy ship of we knew
If ever you come near I'll up a mirror
Lord, I show you as beautiful as You
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