Lyrics 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 that the smell after it rains.

We said that we would never fit it
when 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 battle scars, pirate ships and wounded hearts,
broken bones and all the best of friendships…
this is my wish and I'm taking it back, I'm taking 'em all back.