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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