Olive Tree

I was reading about greek mythology
When i thought about our bodies
How skin glows gold
How when your're strong you're in control

Is it gluttonous to want power over you?
Is it righteous to believe that I'm not see-through?
If Ares is the god of war does he hold you like a weapon?
Or does he wear you like body armor so your love can protect him?

Stone tablets and ancient texts universal themes help me direct
My way down this river styx using all the tools and all tricks
With pomegranate seeds to steal my own persephone
Winter nights you'll find her all alone in the basement
Getting stoned while painting spring and listening to pavement

But from far away i just can't figure it out
Can't make out any patterns can't make any shapes
That way i'll just hold her close as she's tries to pull away

Aphrodite is the queen of love but i'm feeling like i'm kind of stuck
Come on baby get me out this rut, i'm sick of acting like i'm tough
When it's in our DNA to lust, to judge, to rot away
I'll meet you in a dim-lit park where i'll listen while you complain
All about how your life sucks and i'll wish i didn't give a fuck

You're a future memory to me
Dice you up and use the limbs to decorate an olive tree
Hanging by the road as a warning
That i can't tell the difference between a comedy and a tragedy
Please don't stand so close to me
Please try standing very

Far away so you can't figure me out
Can't make out any patterns can't make any shapes
That way you'll just hold me close as i try to pull away