| As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined |
| You must have had yourself a change of heart halfway through the drive |
| Because your voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign |
| Kept on driving 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 something even smoking weed does not replace |
| And I am terrified of weather 'cause I see you when it rains |
| And 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 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 and I’m no longer funny but 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 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 passing 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 you’re tire tracks and one pair of shoes |
| And I’m split in half but that’ll have to do |
| Have to do |