Marc is the sweetner in my coffee (which I don't drink because it gives me the trots)
Marc is the color in my TV (not saying he's colored, but he brightens up the room)
Marc is music on my radio (but not that gangsta rap where they talk about bitches and hos. Nice raps about helping your Grandma across the street and cleaning your room)
"Noah, someday we'll talk again. But there's things we'll never say. That sorrow deep inside you. It inside me, too. And it never go away. You be okay. You'll learn how to lose things..."