Best Song Of 1997 -

Dan nodded slowly. “So it’s depressing.”

That night, I rode the subway home, earbuds in, as the train rattled through the tunnel. I queued up track seven. The strings swelled. Ashcroft started walking. best song of 1997

Mark leaned back. “We’re not picking a song that lost a plagiarism lawsuit.” Dan nodded slowly

I told them why.

It was the best song of 1997. Not because it was perfect. But because it knew you weren’t, either. I rode the subway home