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Messes Of Men 
Hard
by MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper away we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on of salty wood
Caught me making at the other boatman's wives,
and me louder at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few 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 dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted with 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 drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
watching sink the heavy of everything we knew
If you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper away we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on of salty wood
Caught me making at the other boatman's wives,
and me louder at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few 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 dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted with 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 drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
watching sink the heavy of everything we knew
If you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never you anything as beautiful as You
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