The Mattress Still Has Your Body On It And I'm Not Sure Why

There isn't love strung up on the walls like paintings here, it's dull and hard to find, and once you dig deep enough to find it, you see it was all fake gold anyways.

We tumble together in some ugly abyss hoping to find God, hoping to never see each other again.

The tragic push and pull of a relationship resembling the crashing of waves: a journey of hurt and love and memories and sorrow.