Noah Kahan - Stick Season

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Noah Kahan – Stick Season

[Verse 1]
G
As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined
D
You must have had yourself a change of heart like halfway through the drive
Em
'Cause your voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign
C
Kept on driving 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
D
And memories are something even smoking weed does not replace
Em
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* D*
And I love Vermont but it's the season of the sticks and I

Saw your mom she forgot that I existed


Em*
And It's half my fault but I just like to play the victim
C*
I'll drink alcohol 'till my friends come home for Christmas
G
And I'll dream each night of some version of you
D
That I might not have but I did not lose
Em
Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes
C D G
And I'm split in half but that'll have to do ooh ooh

[Verse 3]
G
So I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad
D
That I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad
Em
No I am no longer funny 'cause I miss the way you laugh
C
Once called me forever now you still can't call me back

[Chorus]
G D
And I love Vermont but it's the season of the sticks and I

Saw your mom she forgot that I existed


Em
And It's half my fault but I just like to play the victim
C
I'll drink alcohol 'till my friends come home for Christmas
G
And I'll dream each night of some version of you
D
That I might not have but I did not lose
Em
Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes
C D G
And I'm split in half but that'll have to do ooh ooh

[Bridge]
G D
Oh, that'll have to do
Em
My other half was you
C
I hope this pain's just passing through
D
But I doubt it

[Chorus]
G* D*
And I love Vermont but it's the season of the sticks and I

Saw your mom she forgot that I existed


Em*
And It's half my fault but I just like to play the victim
C*
I'll drink alcohol 'till my friends come home for Christmas
G
And I'll dream each night of some version of you
D
That I might not have but I did not lose
Em
Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes
C D
And I'm split in half but that'll have to do
D
Have to do ooh

G*

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