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[Verse 1]
AAs you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined
EYou must have had yourself a change of heart like halfway through the drive
F#mBecause your voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign
DKept on drivin' straight and left our future to the right
[Verse 2]
ANow I Am stuck between my anger and the blame that I can't face
EAnd memories are somethin' even smoking weed does not replace
F#mAnd I Am terrified of weather 'cause I see you when it rains
DDoc told me to travel, but there's COVID on the planes
[Chorus]
AAnd I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticks
EAnd I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
F#mAnd it's half my fault, but I just like to play the victim
DI'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for Christmas
AAnd I'll dream each night of some version of you
EThat I might not have, but I did not lose
F#mNow you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes
D EAnd I'm split in half, but that'll have to do
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
ASo I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad
EThat I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad
F#mNo, I Am no longer funny, 'cause I miss the way you laugh
DYou once called me forever, now you still can't call me back
[Chorus]
AAnd I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticks
EAnd I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
F#mAnd it's half my fault, but I just like to play the victim
DI'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for Christmas
AAnd I'll dream each night of some version of you
EThat I might not have, but I did not lose
F#mNow you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes
D EAnd I'm split in half, but that'll have to do
[Instrumental]
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[Bridge]
A EOh, that'll have to do
F#mMy other half was you
DI hope this pain's just passin' through
EBut I doubt it
[Chorus] (single strum)
AAnd I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticks
EAnd I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
F#mAnd it's half my fault, but I just like to play the victim
D (building up to normal)
I'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for Christmas
AAnd I'll dream each night of some version of you
EThat I might not have, but I did not lose
F#mNow you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes
D EAnd I'm split in half, but that'll have to do
[Outro]
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Have to do
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