“Accidents or accusations I got my fucking reasons/And even hearts of gold can overload/When they’ve lost what they believed in/When the seams start to come apart/In this frustration we find our salvation.” Somewhere, some kid is going to listen to those words and get that feeling. You know the feeling, right? Maybe it’s been a while since you’ve felt it, but you know it. It’s the reason you listen to music. It’s that connection, that unexplainable energy that somehow gets inside you, that feeling of warmth when you realize that—no matter how much shit the world is pouring down on you—everything is really fucking all right. Does anything else matter more than that?