She wants to write songs about goodbye; let’s show her how that’s gonna go down. And since she used music to get her message to me, there’s no better way for me to do it than to answer her with a song. Only, I doubt she’s going to like my answer.

I picked up paper and pen and got to work, but I was too pissed off to see straight, let alone write anything of any substance. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get the song right, and my frustration kept growing.

I kept ...