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
but we were really just like them
does rebellion ever make a difference?

So long, Astoria
I found a map to buried treasure
and even if we come home empty-handed,
we'll still have our stories
of battlescars, 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 had

this is my wish and I'm taking it back, I'm taking 'em all back