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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 tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
made look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making at the boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the jokes by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass 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 assure you, it was not what I it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
spotted napping with his at the wheel,
floating 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 back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
made look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making at the boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the jokes by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass 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 assure you, it was not what I it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
spotted napping with his at the wheel,
floating 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 back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you as beautiful as You
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