Hattifnatt, cafe & gallery

A record collection reduced to a mix tape
Headphones on, I made my escape

I'm in a film of personal soundtrack

I'm leaving home, and I'm never gonna come back

Learning lyrics from the CD inlay

To impress people with, the stupid things I say

I'm grown up now, but refuse to learn

That those were just adolescent concerns

I'm possibly missing something,

Someone should have told me