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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 tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of wood
me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning held acquaintance with the waves
as there's 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 mildew 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 you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still 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 spotted his mate at the wheel,
floating along, no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a of fire and I'm not back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
while watching sink the heavy of everything we knew
If ever you near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of wood
me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning held acquaintance with the waves
as there's 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 mildew 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 you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still 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 spotted his mate at the wheel,
floating along, no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a of fire and I'm not back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
while watching sink the heavy of everything we knew
If ever you near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you anything as beautiful as You
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