Away.

Oliv Blu:

These days
I wanna get away from you
I wanna get away from you
I wanna get away from you
Or at least what you turned into (x2)

Lil Kydd!?:

Found it fit to flee

Sadistic wicked iniquity sickens me

So the logos killed the pathos and
The ethos has the meat to feed

But can you spare some food for thought for me?

...

I detest and despise you and everything you stand for;

Which only serves counterintuitive because I care more

The uninvited guest to all my feast
Turned to dirge;

Drought of your presence the only way I'll ever really breathe

Asphyxiated
I got a breathing condition;

I reach for an imaginary inhaler
Entailing my failure manifested to form and it

Hangs me by entrails
Faces concealed in darkness
And the likeness ever changing;

Three affirmative texts turned to grievance upon my pages

You used to bend the page like I
Used to value books

Nowadays you'd rather the aesthetic and the look

...
Fish eye lenses got you fixed upon the hook
Right?

Now you go out clubbing. the partying intellectual

Used to enjoy the simpler ways of my story telling

But I told no lies except when I got in bed with you

Why lie to you when I wanted to lie next to you

Malcolm in the middle to end of my Dewey decimal

X's and O's I left with you made me the stuff of literature

A critter of books and pages the two of our hearts complacent

Then you digivolved to another person and split

Fermented happiness turned a grief and left my mouth to sit...