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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 horseshoe crab in its proper seasons its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a a lens,
everything look wrong we stood
and our blew away we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on of salty wood
me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades held with the waves
as there's mistakes 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 tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never want so crass as to want someone me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I 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 his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, no to be strong
We keep our and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
while watching sink the of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never 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 horseshoe crab in its proper seasons its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a a lens,
everything look wrong we stood
and our blew away we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on of salty wood
me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades held with the waves
as there's mistakes 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 tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never want so crass as to want someone me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I 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 his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, no to be strong
We keep our and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
while watching sink the of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
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