lyrics for matt margolin. we played music together for many years. back then, he was one of my closest friends. and though we hadn’t seen much of each other this past decade, i always thought of him with great fondness.
lyrics staring at the floor. frozen. scuffed wood once elegant, now dulled by years of water spraying from the kitchen sink. it’s the eighth floor at liberty lane. frozen. looking down. familiar. elliott came from a family that spent their lives propping up the walls, keeping the ceiling in place. his father drinking and laughing […]
lyrics he paid too much for the green day tickets, but it was worth it. now they’re tucked inside the gift-wrapped book of gary larson cartoons. it took him a week of horse-trading to convince his ex to let james spend his birthday away from her.