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Stick Season - Noah Kahan

Lyrics by:Noah Kahan

Composed by:Noah Kahan

Produced by:Gabe Simon/Noah Kahan

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 memories are somethin' even smoking w**d 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 till 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're 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 till 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're 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 till 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're tire tracks and one pair of shoes

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

Have to do