Stick Season akkorde

       A
As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined
              E
You must have had yourself a change of heart like halfway through the drive
            F#m
'Cause your voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign
D
Kept on driving straight and left our future to the right

         A
Now I am stuck between my anger and the blame that I can't face
         E
And memories are something even smoking weed does not replace
         F#m
And I am terrified of weather 'cause I see you when it rains
D
Doc told me to travel but there's COVID on the planes

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

Saw your mom she forgot that I existed
        F#m
And It's half my fault but I just like to play the victim
          D
I'll drink alcohol 'till my friends come home for Christmas
        A
And I'll dream each night of some version of you
      E
That I might not have but I did not lose
         F#m
Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes
       D                         E                   A
And I'm split in half but that'll have to do ooh ooh

     A
So I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad
             E
That I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad
       F#m
No I am no longer funny 'cause I miss the way you laugh
D
Once called me forever now you still can't call me back

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

Saw your mom she forgot that I existed
        F#m
And It's half my fault but I just like to play the victim
          D
I'll drink alcohol 'till my friends come home for Christmas
        A
And I'll dream each night of some version of you
      E
That I might not have but I did not lose
         F#m
Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes
       D                         E                   A
And I'm split in half but that'll have to do ooh ooh

A                     E
Oh, that'll have to do
                  F#m
My other half was you
                        D
I hope this pain's just passing through
      E
But I doubt it

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

Saw your mom she forgot that I existed
        F#m
And It's half my fault but I just like to play the victim
          D
I'll drink alcohol 'till my friends come home for Christmas
        A
And I'll dream each night of some version of you
      E
That I might not have but I did not lose
         F#m
Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes
       D                         E
And I'm split in half but that'll have to do

Have to do ooh

A

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