Stick Season piano chords by Noah Kahan

Stick Season

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Oh shit.

VERSE

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

'Cause 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 I am terrified

of weather 'cause I see you when it rains

Doc told me to travel, but there's

COVID on the planes

CHORUS

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

VERSE

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

once called me forever, now you still can't call me back

CHORUS

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

BRIDGE

Oh, that'll have to do

My other half was you

I hope this pain's just passing through

But I doubt it

CHORUS

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

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