So Long, Astoria

It was the first snow of the seasoni can almost see you breathinin the middle of that empty streetSometimes i still see myselfin that lonesome bedroomplayin my guitarand singing songs of hopefor a better futurelife isonlyas good as the memories we makeand i'm taking back what belongs to mepolaroids of classrooms unattendedthese relics of remembranceare just like shipwrecksonly theyre gone fasterthan the smell after it rainslast night while everyone was sleepini drove through my old neighborhoodand resurrected memories from asheswe said that we would never fit inwe were really just like themdoes rebellion ever make a differencelife isonlyas good as the memories we makeand im taking back what belongs to mepolaroids of classrooms unattendedthese relics of remembranceare just like shipwrecksonly theyre gone fasterthan the smell after it rainsSo long astoriai found a map to buried treasureand even if we come home empty handedwell still have our storiesof battle scars, pirate ships and wounded hearts,broken bones, and all the best of friendshipsand when this hourglasshas filtered outits final grain of sandi raise my glass to the memories we hadthis is my wishthis is my wishim takin backim takin them all back