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 rememberence are just like shipwrecks
Only theyre gone faster than the smell after it rains

Last night while everyone was sleeping
I drove through 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 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 we'll 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 and I'm takin back i'm takin them all back.