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


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

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

    A  
So I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad
             E  
That I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad
        F#m  
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


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


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


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