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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 dying
the horseshoe crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
made everything look from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of wood
Caught me 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 understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth 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 someone so crass as to like 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 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
with his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not 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 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 sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
made everything look from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of wood
Caught me 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 understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth 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 someone so crass as to like 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 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
with his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not 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 a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
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