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Messes Of Men 
Hard
by MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
made look anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of wood
me at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning held with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made 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 want someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that hook in my lip
is a memory as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain spotted with his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we we keep it short
I drank a of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up a mirror
Lord, I could show you as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
made look anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of wood
me at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning held with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made 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 want someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that hook in my lip
is a memory as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain spotted with his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we we keep it short
I drank a of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up a mirror
Lord, I could show you as beautiful as You
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