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It may be a little cheesy, but the older I get, the more I feel like I can relate to this song on some level.
...of course, it may just be because I grew up watching the Goonies hah.
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 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?
So long, Astoria
I've 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'll raise my glass to the memories we've had
This is my wish, and I'm taking it back
I'm taking 'em all back
...of course, it may just be because I grew up watching the Goonies hah.
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 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?
So long, Astoria
I've 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'll raise my glass to the memories we've had
This is my wish, and I'm taking it back
I'm taking 'em all back