"Many people die at twenty five and aren’t buried until they are seventy five."
The Mountain Goats - “Collapsing Stars”
We knew if we waited long enough the change would come and then the day did come
"I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever, your leg my leg, your arm my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again."
The Mountain Goats, “02-75”
"you are my best friend and I have always known you"