Stick Season

by Noah Kahan

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Key: A Tuning: E A D G B E

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[Chords]

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Intro

Verse 1

As you

promised me that I was more than all the miles combined

You must have

had yourself a change of heart like halfway through the drive

'Cause your voice

trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign

Kept on driving straight and left our future to the right

Verse 2

Now I am

stuck between my anger and the blame that I can't face

And memories

are something even smoking weed does not replace

And I am

terrified of weather 'cause I see you when it rains

Doc told me to travel but there's COVID on the planes

Chorus

And I

love Vermont but it's the season of the sticks and I

Saw your mom, she forgot that I existed

And it's

half my fault but I just like to play the victim

I'll drink

alcohol till my friends

come home for Christmas

And I'll

dream each night of some version of you

That I

might not have but I did not lose

Now you'r

e tire tracks and one pair of shoes

And I'm

split in half but that'll

have to do ooh ooh

Verse 3

So I

thought that if I piled something good on all my bad

That I could

cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad

No, I am

no longer funny 'cause I miss the way you laugh

You

once called me forever, now you still can't call me back

Chorus

And I

love Vermont but it's the season of the sticks and I

Saw your mom, she forgot that I existed

And it's

half my fault but I just like to play the victim

I'll drink

alcohol till my friends come home for Christmas

And I'll

dream each night of some version of you

That I

might not have but I did not lose

Now you'r

e tire tracks and one pair of shoes

And I'm

split in half but that'll

have to do ooh ooh

Bridge

Oh, that'll have to do

My other half wa

s you

I hope this pain's just

passing through

But I

doubt it

Chorus

And I

love Vermont but it's the season of the sticks and I

Saw your mom, she forgot that I existed

And it's

half my fault but I just like to play the victim

I'll drink

alcohol till my friends

come home for Christmas

And I'll

dream each night of some version of you

That I

might not have but I did not lose

Now you'r

e tire tracks and one pair of shoes

And I'm

split in half but that'll

have to do

Have to do ooh