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Stick Season by Noah Kahan
(Lyrics)

                                                                            Artists     :   Noah Kahan

                                                                            Album      :   Stick Season

                                                                            Lyrics       :   Noah Kahan 

                                                                            Released  :    2022

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

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 memories are somethin' 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

 

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 your tire tracks and one pair of shoes

And I'm split in half, but that'll have to do

 

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

 

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 your tire tracks and one pair of shoes

And I'm split in half, but that'll have to do

 

Oh, that'll have to do

My other half was you

I hope this pain's just passin' through

But I doubt it

 

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 your tire tracks and one pair of shoes

And I'm split in half, but that'll have to do

 

Have to do

 

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