You could be forgiven for thinking that something's gone wrong here: Shouldn't a song about apologizing be quiet and sheepish (a limp, wimpy acoustic ballad, say), and not a brash, blistering blast of pop-punk? Ah, my friends, that's the genius, though, because there's more to apologizing than muttering half-meant platitudes about the ways in which you've fucked up. There can be a certain euphoria in the act of apologizing, and in the immediate moments before and after--in the moments in which it becomes absolutely clear that you really, truly don't give enough of a damn to keep bickering and fighting and freezing each other out. It's as if you can suddenly feel an entire of history of love and concern--a liberating, invigorating force you can feel in the unsubtle, unyielding attack of the music here--barrel into the room and explode everything that seemed awful and unforgivable just moments ago. And I daresay that you won't be capturing that power in an acoustic ballad.