So this is goodbye. I never thought I’d see this day, I never thought it’d be this way. This ain’t a phase. They’ll never know just what you meant to us, they won’t even know that you’re gone. This ain’t a phase. No, to all of them this was just a phase; they won’t ever know they were wrong. Hell no, this ain’t a phase. Here’s one for the record books: another tale of small town woe. This city squeezes until we just can’t breathe, until we’ve got no place left to go. Just 13-years old. Nowhere to go. Nowhere to turn, still so much left to learn. So I found my purpose in those liner notes, that tiny room. In stacks of records we trust, god bless those sacred grooves. Hell no, this ain’t a phase. I’m going to stay this way. They can’t evict this place from inside me. You may be gone but you won’t ever be forgotten. Here’s one for the record store. Hell no, this ain’t a phase. I’m going to stay this way. No place has ever meant more. You may be gone but you won’t ever be forgotten. They may close your doors. They may shut you down. But they can never kill this rebel sound. Your gift to me is my gift to you.