Woorden: Ataris. 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 rememberance
Are just like shipwrecks
Only they're gone faster than the smell after it rains

Last night when everyone was sleeping
I dreampt of 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 im taking back what belongs to me
Polaroids of classrooms unattended
These relics of rememberance are just like shipwrecks
Only they're gone faster than the smell after it rains

So long, astoria
I found a map to burried treasure
And even if we come home empty-handed
We'll still have our stories and 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 it all back