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Messes Of Men 
Hard
by MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but insist
in our separate ships
and from caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe in its proper sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our blew away we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of salty wood
me making at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady to navigate waters
The propeller's blades acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never someone so crass 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 its kiss, dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted napping with his mate at the wheel,
along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I never you as beautiful as You
in our separate ships
and from caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe in its proper sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our blew away we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of salty wood
me making at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady to navigate waters
The propeller's blades acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never someone so crass 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 its kiss, dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted napping with his mate at the wheel,
along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I never you as beautiful as You
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