Stick Season taby ukulele według Noah Kahan

C
As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined
                G
You must have had yourself a change of heart like
Halfway through the drive
             Am
'Cause your voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign
     F       
You kept on drivin' straight and left our future to the right

          C
Now I am stuck between my anger and the blame that I can't face
       G
And memories are somethin' even smoking weed does not replace
          Am
And I am terrified of weather 'cause I see you when it rains
 F    
Doc told me to travel, but there's Covid on the planes

      C
And I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticks
       G
And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
          Am
And it's half my fault, but I just like to play the victim
              F
I'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for Christmas

          C
And I'll dream each night of some version of you
         G
That I might not have, but I did not lose 
            Am
Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes
          F
And I'm split in half, but that'll have to do 
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     C
So I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad
              G
That I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad
         Am
No, I am no longer funny, 'cause I miss the way you laugh
 F
You once called me forever, now you still can't call me back

       C
And I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticks
      G
And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
          Am
And it's half my fault, but I just like to play the victim
            F
I'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for Christmas

           C
And I'll dream each night of some version of you
        G
That I might not have, but I did not lose
            Am
Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes
         F
And I'm split in half, but that'll have 
       C
to do

C                       G
Oh, that'll have to do
                    Am
My other half was you
                           F
I hope this pain's just passin' through
But I doubt it

      C
And I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticks
       G
And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
         Am
And it's half my fault, but I just like to play the victim
             F
I'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for Christmas

          C
And I'll dream each night of some version of you
        G
That I might not have, but I did not lose
            Am
Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes
        F
And I'm split in half, but that'll have to do

Have to do [C]