In the sense of
The terms of the struggle which is
Can this guy have any sense of unity
Or will he always be fragmented
If I had a soul I would cut it in two
So that I could give half of it back to you
They say the titan ate his children just to keep them at bay
Sorry if I sound stupid trauma's making me vague
Sorry if I sound stupid trauma's making me vague
Pretended you were Odysseus when you would go out
Makes me your Telemachus but I have my doubts
Penelope's at home and she's doing without
Heard Circe turned your head well I hope it works out
Heard Circe turned your head well I hope it works out
When she left Olympus it filled me with joy
Locked myself in your bathroom like it was my Troy
Eternity is starting to feel like a ploy
Oh, eternity is starting to feel like a ploy
Used to hide your axe just before bed
Just in case you went postal and cut off my head
There's no telling what you have been through
After all, even demigods get the blues
After all, even demigods get the blues
Um it's like this imagery of vapidness
Like infinite capacity
It's void like
That's what I get from the handful of dust
Um the hyacinth girl conversely
She has her hair wet
Her arms are full
Her environment is lush and vivacious
And it's so far from anything even vaguely like a wasteland