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Messes Of Men 
Hard
by MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance our friends
a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you understand
it a hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could outrun
The on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my and mildew 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 taste its kiss, that dull hook 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 with his first at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We our confessions long 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 exist we insist
while sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance our friends
a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you understand
it a hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could outrun
The on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my and mildew 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 taste its kiss, that dull hook 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 with his first at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We our confessions long 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 exist we insist
while sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
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