When I was fifteen
I was figuring myself out
Learning to make decisions
Yearning for independence

I bought my first album
For a song that I heard
At my piano recital
And I wanted to play it again and again

It was the summer
I had my first summer job
I saved every penny
To buy my first pop album

Such a small gesture
But I'll always remember it
This rite of passage that
Projected me into teenage hood

There's something about losing yourself
In a music store
Between rows of compact discs
Of every genre

I remember delicately moving
Album cases with my thumb
To have a...