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  • As you promised me
    that I was more than all the miles combined
    You must have 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 driving 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 something
    even smoking weed does not replace
    And I am terrified of weather
    `cause I see you when it rains
    And 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 and I`m no longer funny
    but 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 passing 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