So Long, Astoria — The Ataris

It was the first snow of the season i can almost see you breathin in the middle of that empty street

Sometimes i still see myself in that lonesome bedroom playin 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 remembrence are just like shipwrecks only theyre gone faster than the smell after it rains

last night while everyone was sleepin i tripped through my old neighborhood and resurrected memories from ashes

we said that we would never 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 these relics of remembrence are just like shipwrecks only theyre gone faster than the smell after it rains

So long astoria i found a map to buried treasure and even if we come home empty handed well still have our stories of 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 raise my glass to the memories we had this is my wish this is my wish im takin back im takin them all back