As you promised me that I was morethan all the miles combinedYou must've had yourself a changeof heart like halfway through the driveBecause your voice trailed off exactlyas you passed my exit signKept on drivin' straight and left our future to the rightNow I am stuck between my angerand the blame that I can't faceAnd memories are somethin'even smoking weed does not replaceAnd I am terrified of weather 'cause I see you when it rainsDoc told me to travel, but there's Covid on the planesAnd I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticksAnd I saw your mom, she forgot that I existedAnd it's half my fault, but I just like to play the victimI'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for ChristmasAnd I'll dream each night of some version of youThat I might not have, but I did not loseNow you're tire tracks and one pair of shoesAnd I'm split in half, but that'll have to doSo I thought that if I piledsomething good on all my badThat I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from DadNo, I am no longer funny'cause I miss the way you laughYou once called me "forever,"now you still can't call me backAnd I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticksAnd I saw your mom, she forgot that I existedAnd it's half my fault, but I just like to play the victimI'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for ChristmasAnd I'll dream each night of some version of youThat I might not have, but I did not loseNow you're tire tracks and one pair of shoesAnd I'm split in half, but that'll have to doOh, that'll have to doMy other half was youI hope this pain's just passin' throughBut I doubt itAnd I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticksAnd I saw your mom, she forgot that I existedAnd it's half my fault, but I just like to play the victimI'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for ChristmasAnd I'll dream each night of some version of youThat I might not have, but I did not loseNow you're tire tracks and one pair of shoesAnd I'm split in half, but that'll have to doHave to do
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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 weed 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 '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, 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 '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 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 '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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