D  
As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined
              A  
You must have had yourself a change of heart like halfway through the drive
                 Bm  
'Cause your voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign
G  
Kept on driving straight and left our future to the right 


        D  
Now I am stuck between my anger and the blame that I can't face
            A  
And memories are something even smoking weed does not replace
         Bm  
And I am terrified of weather 'cause I see you when it rains
G  
Doc told me to travel but there's COVID on the planes

     D/E*                                                 
And I love Vermont but it's the season of the sticks and I
A*  
Saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
        Bm*  
And it's half my fault but I just like to play the victim
          G*                       G  
I'll drink alcohol till my friends come home for Christmas
        D  
And I'll dream each night of some version of you
      A  
That I might not have but I did not lose
         Bm  
Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes
       G                           A                     D  
And I'm split in half but that'll have to do ooh ooh

    D  
So I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad
             A  
That I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad
        Bm  
No, I am no longer funny 'cause I miss the way you laugh
    D
You once called me forever, now you still can't call me back


     D/E  
And I love Vermont but it's the season of the sticks and I
A*  
Saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
        Bm  
And it's half my fault but I just like to play the victim
          G  
I'll drink alcohol till my friends come home for Christmas
        D  
And I'll dream each night of some version of you
      A  
That I might not have but I did not lose
         Bm  
Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes
       G                           A                     D  
And I'm split in half but that'll have to do ooh ooh


D                    A  
Oh, that'll have to do
                Bm  
My other half was you
                        G  
I hope this pain's just passing through
      A  
But I doubt it


     D/E*                                                   
And I love Vermont but it's the season of the sticks and I 
A*  
Saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
        Bm*  
And it's half my fault but I just like to play the victim
          G*                         G  
I'll drink alcohol till my friends come home for Christmas
        D  
And I'll dream each night of some version of you
      A  
That I might not have but I did not lose
         Bm  
Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes
       G                           A  
And I'm split in half but that'll have to do
              D*  
Have to do ooh