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


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

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

    C  
So I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad
             G  
That I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad
        Am  
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


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


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


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