Because when we were home over Christmas, our mom let us rip Alex Chilton’s death notice out of The New York Times 2010 obituary round-up and we got really sad. She didn’t know who Alex Chilton was or why we were upset. It made us feel 15, in love with our private rock star that parents couldn’t understand. And then we realized it’s 2011 and we’re not 15. So the best we can do with our emotions is to grow up and pay it forward: If our site has any current 15 year old readers with serious emotions, we hope they will listen to this song and then put it on every emo-romantic mix tape throughout 2011, especially the ones they make for their hopeless crushes, the boys and girls they can’t live without. Listen after the jump.