" Love, is a Bloody Razor Blade

Love came like fire from above
and disappeared like a wet dream,
underneath a leaky kitchen sink

For weeks it went drip, drip, drip…
until it could be, eventually fixed

It took a long time to depreciate
all the things I never had to say

But there are only so many things
that make sense at the end

The rest is merely X-Acto knife love, and
Love, is a bloody razor blade "

― Phil Volatile , White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story