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


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

     F/E*                                                 
And I love Vermont but it's the season of the sticks and I
C*  
Saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
        Dm*  
And it's half my fault but I just like to play the victim
          A#*                       A#  
I'll drink alcohol till my friends come home for Christmas
        F  
And I'll dream each night of some version of you
      C  
That I might not have but I did not lose
         Dm  
Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes
       A#                           C                     F  
And I'm split in half but that'll have to do ooh ooh

    F  
So I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad
             C  
That I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad
        Dm  
No, I am no longer funny 'cause I miss the way you laugh
    D
You once called me forever, now you still can't call me back


     F/E  
And I love Vermont but it's the season of the sticks and I
C*  
Saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
        Dm  
And it's half my fault but I just like to play the victim
          A#  
I'll drink alcohol till my friends come home for Christmas
        F  
And I'll dream each night of some version of you
      C  
That I might not have but I did not lose
         Dm  
Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes
       A#                           C                     F  
And I'm split in half but that'll have to do ooh ooh


F                    C  
Oh, that'll have to do
                Dm  
My other half was you
                        A#  
I hope this pain's just passing through
      C  
But I doubt it


     F/E*                                                   
And I love Vermont but it's the season of the sticks and I 
C*  
Saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
        Dm*  
And it's half my fault but I just like to play the victim
          A#*                         A#  
I'll drink alcohol till my friends come home for Christmas
        F  
And I'll dream each night of some version of you
      C  
That I might not have but I did not lose
         Dm  
Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes
       A#                           C  
And I'm split in half but that'll have to do
              F*  
Have to do ooh