Verse 1:
A       A
 As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined
            E
You must've had yourself a change of heart like halfway through the drive
                  Gbm
Because your voice   trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign
D
Kept on drivin' 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 somethin' even smoking weed does not replace
         Gbm
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

Chorus:
     A
And I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticks
     E
And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
        Gbm
And it's   half my fault, but I just like to play the victim
          D
I'll drink alcohol 'til 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
          Gbm
Now you're   tire tracks and one pair of shoes
       D                          E
And I'm split in half, but that'll have to do

Verse 2:
A          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
        Gbm
No, I am   no longer funny 'cause I miss the way you laugh
    D
You once called me "forever", now you still can't call me back

Chorus:
     A
And I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticks
     E
And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
        Gbm
And it's   half my fault, but I just like to play the victim
          D
I'll drink alcohol 'til 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
          Gbm
Now you're   tire tracks and one pair of shoes
       D                          E
And I'm split in half, but that'll have to do

Bridge:
A
 Oh, that'll have to do
E                 Gbm
 My other half was   you
                        D
I hope this pain's just passin' through
      E
But I doubt it

Chorus:
     A
And I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticks
     E
And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
        Gbm
And it's   half my fault, but I just like to play the victim
          D
I'll drink alcohol 'til 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
          Gbm
Now you're   tire tracks and one pair of shoes
       D                          E
And I'm split in half, but that'll have to do
          A
Have to do
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