So Long, Astoria

It was the first snow of the season

I can almost see you breathing

In the middle of that empty street

Sometimes I still see myself

In that lonesome bedroom

Playing 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 they're gone faster than the smell after it rains

Last night while everyone was sleeping

I drove through my old neighborhood

And resurrected memories from ashes

We said that we would never fit in

When we were really just like them

Does rebellion ever make a difference?

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 they're gone faster than the smell after it rains

So long, Astoria

I found a map to buried treasure

Even if we come home empty-handed

We'll 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'll raise my glass to the memories we own

This is my world

And I'm taking it back

I'm taking 'em all back