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 classrooms 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 hourglass has filtered out

its final grain of sand

i raise my glass to the memories we had



this is my wish

and im taking it back.

im taking them all back.