Dear Pierce Pettis,

Songwriters shouldn’t be as good as you are. You know that, right? It’s not fair for the rest of us, you and your cleverness without being trite. “…I don’t want to be lonely, I don’t to feel pain, I don’t want to draw straws with the sons of Cain…” I mean… what? How do you come up with crap like that? You’re so good that it’s frustrating, so just stop it.

Kidding about the stopping thing,