Stick Season

Noah Kahan

• ANC
  P1:
  x-x-x-x x-x-x-
• AEF♯miD
  S1:
  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
• AEF♯miD
  S2:
  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
• AF♯miDAE6F♯miDE6AE6
  R1:
  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--o
• ANC
  M1:
  --x-x-x x-x-x-
• AE6F♯miD
  S3:
  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
• AF♯miDAE6F♯miDE6AE6
  R1:
  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--o
• AE6F♯miDE6
  R2:
  --x-x-x x- 

  Oh, that'll have to do 

  My other half was you 

  I hope this pain's just passin' through, but I doubt it
• AF♯miDAE6F♯miDE6E6A
  R1:
  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--o