I was
listening to Modest Mouse this morning, and the lyrics really reminded me of the situation with Ron.
Quote:
And in this life like weeds, you're just a rock to me.
(I could have told you all that I love you)
And in the places you go, you'll see the place where you're from.
(I could have told you all that I love you)
And in the faces you meet, you'll see the place where you'll die
(I could have told you all that I love you)
And on the day that you die, you'll see the people you'd met.
(I could have told you all that I love you)
And in the faces you see, you'll see just who you've been.
I wish I could have told you all:
In this life like weeds, eyes need us to see.
Hearts need us to bleed, in this life like weeds.
You're a rock to me.
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