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Messes Of Men Hard
by MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our ships
and from each tiny caravelle
and trying there's dying
like the crab in its proper sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
a scratch across a lens,
everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper away we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other 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 hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've no 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 mildew on my glass,
I'd never 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 as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you as beautiful as You
Sailing in our ships
and from each tiny caravelle
and trying there's dying
like the crab in its proper sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
a scratch across a lens,
everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper away we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other 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 hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've no 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 mildew on my glass,
I'd never 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 as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you as beautiful as You
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