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.