Stick Season taby ukulele według Noah Kahan

Intro: G

       G
As you promised me that I was 
more than all the miles combined
            D
You mustʼve had yourself a change of heart 
like halfway through the drive
                   Em
Because your voice trailed off 
exactly as you passed my exit sign
     C
Kept on drivinʼ straight 
and left our future to the right
 
               G
Now I am stuck between my anger and the blame 
that I canʼt face
             D
And memories are somethinʼ 
even smoking weed does not replace
              Em
And I am terrified of weather 
ʼcause I see you when it rains
         C
Doc told me to travel, 
but thereʼs COVID on the planes

Chorus:
        G
    And I love Vermont, 
    but itʼs the season of the sticks
          D
    And I saw your mom, 
    she forgot that I existed
             Em
    And itʼs half my fault, 
    but I just like to play the victim
               C
    Iʼll drink alcohol 
    ʼtil my friends come home for Christmas
     
             G
    And Iʼll dream each night 
    of some version of you
           D
    That I might not have, 
    but I did not lose
               Em
    Now youʼre tire tracks 
    and one pair of shoes
            C                        
    And Iʼm split in half,
                          G 
    but thatʼll have to do

     G
So I thought that 
if I piled something good on all my bad
             D
That I could cancel out 
the darkness I inherited from Dad
         Em
No, I am no longer funny 
ʼcause I miss the way you laugh
    C
You once called me «forever» 
now you still canʼt call me back

Chorus:
        G
    And I love Vermont,
    but itʼs the season of the sticks
          D
    And I saw your mom, 
    she forgot that I existed
             Em
    And itʼs half my fault, 
    but I just like to play the victim
               C
    Iʼll drink alcohol 
    ʼtil my friends come home for Christmas
     
             G
    And Iʼll dream each night 
    of some version of you
           D
    That I might not have, 
    but I did not lose
               Em
    Now youʼre tire tracks 
    and one pair of shoes
            C                
    And Iʼm split in half, 
                           G
    but thatʼll have to do

Bridge:
                     D
    Oh, thatʼll have to do
                  Em
    My other half was you
                            C
    I hope this painʼs just passinʼ through
    But I doubt it

Chorus:
         G
    And I love Vermont,
    but itʼs the season of the sticks
          D
    And I saw your mom, 
    she forgot that I existed
             Em
    And itʼs half my fault, 
    but I just like to play the victim
               C
    Iʼll drink alcohol 
    ʼtil my friends come home for Christmas
     
             G
    And Iʼll dream each night 
    of some version of you
           D
    That I might not have, 
    but I did not lose
               Em
    Now youʼre tire tracks 
    and one pair of shoes
            C                
    And Iʼm split in half, 
                           G
    but thatʼll have to do
     
    G
    Have to do