Stick Season

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Key: B Tuning: G C E A Capo: 2th fret

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Intro

Verse 1

As you

promised me that I was

More than all the miles combined

You must've

had yourself a change of

Heart like halfway through the drive

Because your voice

trailed off

Exactly as you passed my exit sign

Kept

on drivin' 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 somethin'

Even smoking weed does not replace

And I am terri

fied of weather

'Cause I see you when it rains

Doc t

old 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

'Til 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're

tire tracks

And one pair of shoes

And I'm

split in half

But that'l

l have to do

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

'Til 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're

tire tracks

And one pair of shoes

And I'm

split in half

But that'l

l have to do

Bridge

Oh, that'll have to d

o

My other half w

as you

I hope this pain's just

passin' 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

'Til 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're

tire tracks

And one pair of shoes

And I'm

split in half

But that'l

l have to do

Have to do

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