Stick Season

by Olivia Rodrigo

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4.9 (229)

Key: C

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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

Now I am

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

And memor

ies are somethin' even smoking weed cannot replace

Now I'm

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 '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'r

e tire tracks and one pair of shoes

And I'm

split in half, but that'll

have to

Verse 2

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'r

e tire tracks and one pair of shoes

And I'm

split in half, but that'll

have to

Bridge

Oh, that'll have to d

My other half w

as you

I hope this pain's just

passin' through

But I d

oubt it

Chorus

Ay, 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'r

e tire tracks and one pair of shoes

And I'm

split in half, but that'll

have to

Have to