Lyrics:

Wet trousers in the washing machine,
But I'd rather be damp than seen in jeans
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

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

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

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

I used to have a bedroom to hide in
Now I'm outside deciding
Older, but wiser?
This song's the decider
Is it the sound of a man wrestling with emotion?
Or the sound of him losing, and causing commotion?

I'm nothing to my peers but envy and hatred
How many girls have they seen naked?

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

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

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

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