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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 from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
the horseshoe crab in its seasons its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made everything look wrong anywhere we stood
and our away we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a steady to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could outrun
The on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want like me
but a few off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure 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, yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no to be strong
We our and when we we keep it short
I a thimble of fire and I'm not ever back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
the horseshoe crab in its seasons its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made everything look wrong anywhere we stood
and our away we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a steady to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could outrun
The on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want like me
but a few off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure 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, yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no to be strong
We our and when we we keep it short
I a thimble of fire and I'm not ever back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
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