so long, astoria

it was the first snow of the season

i can almost see you breathin

in the middle of that empty street

sometimes i still see myself

in that lonesome bedroom

playin my guitar

and singing songs of hope

for a better future

life is

only

as good as the memories we make

and i'm taking back what belongs to me

polaroids of classrooms unattended

these relics of remembrance

are just like shipwrecks

only theyre gone faster

than the smell after it rains

last night while everyone was sleepin

i drove through my old neighborhood

and resurrected memories from ashes

we said that we would never fit in

we were really just like them

does rebellion ever make a difference

life is

only

as good as the memories we make

and im taking back what belongs to me

polaroids of classrooms unattended

these relics of remembrance

are just like shipwrecks

only theyre gone faster

than the smell after it rains

so long astoria

i found a map to buried treasure

and even if we come home empty handed

well still have our stories

of battle scars

pirate ships and wounded hearts

broken bones

and all the best of friendships

and when this hourglass

has filtered out

its final grain of sand

i raise my glass to the memories we had

this is my wish

this is my wish

im takin back

im takin them all back