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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 each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
distance from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
look wrong we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote on sheets of salty wood
Caught 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 takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no could outrun
The cloth on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
tarnish on my and on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain napping his first at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I a full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
while watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
distance from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
look wrong we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote on sheets of salty wood
Caught 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 takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no could outrun
The cloth on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
tarnish on my and on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain napping his first at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I a full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
while watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you anything as beautiful as You
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