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Noah Kahan - Stick Season

מחבר ומלחין: Noah Kahan

Intro:

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 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

Bridge:

x2

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

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