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Messes Of Men 
Hard
by MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe in its proper its shell
Such distance our friends
a scratch across a lens,
made look anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of 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 blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone 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 I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull in my lip
is a memory as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our confessions and when we pray we it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe in its proper its shell
Such distance our friends
a scratch across a lens,
made look anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of 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 blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone 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 I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull in my lip
is a memory as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our confessions and when we pray we it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you anything as beautiful as You
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