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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 unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
everything wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on of wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me 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 acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no could outrun
The cloth on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to someone 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 useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We our confessions and we 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 faithfully insist
while watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If you I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as as You
Sailing in our ships
and from each tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
everything wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on of wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me 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 acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no could outrun
The cloth on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to someone 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 useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We our confessions and we 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 faithfully insist
while watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If you I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as as You
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