So Long, Astoria

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