“Songs do more than that,” I say. “They’re supposed to make you feel something. So what’s the emotion we’re going for? What’s this about?” Sam thinks about this. “Love, I guess?” “That’s too vague, Sam.” “Aren’t most songs, though?” “Not the good ones!” Sam falls over on the carpet, groaning. “Can’t you just come up with it? You’re the writer. You’re better at this! That’s why I asked for help.”
