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 im taking back what belongs to me all the voice of cla*srooms unattended these relics of remembrance are just like shipwrecks only theyre gone faster than the smell after it rains last nite 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 well still have our stories, our battlescars pirate ships and wounded hearts broken bones and all the best of friendships and when this hourgla*s has filtered out its final grain of sand i raise my gla*s to the memories we had this is my wish and im taking it back. im taking them all back.