Stick Season Chords

♫ Intro: G ♫ Verse 1: G As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined G You must have had yourself a change of heart like halfway through the drive F#m Because your voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign C Kept on drivin' straight and left our future to the right ♫ Verse 2: G Now I Am stuck between my anger and the blame that I can't face G And memories are somethin' even smoking weed does not replace F#m And I Am terrified of weather 'cause I see you when it rains C Doc told me to travel, but there's COVID on the planes

♫ Chorus: G And I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticks G 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 C I'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for Christmas G And I'll dream each night of some version of you G That I might not have, but I did not lose F#m Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes C G And I'm split in half, but that'll have to do ♫ Instrumental: G ♫ Verse 3: G So I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad G 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 C You once called me forever, now you still can't call me back ♫ Chorus: G And I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticks G 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 C I'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for Christmas G And I'll dream each night of some version of you G That I might not have, but I did not lose F#m Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes C G And I'm split in half, but that'll have to do ♫ Instrumental: G ♫ Bridge: G G Oh, that'll have to do F#m My other half was you C I hope this pain's just passin' through G But I doubt it ♫ Chorus: (single strum) G And I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticks G 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 C (building up to normal) I'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for Christmas G And I'll dream each night of some version of you G That I might not have, but I did not lose F#m Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes C G And I'm split in half, but that'll have to do ♫ Outro: G A N.C. Have to do