Stick Season

As you promised me that I was more than
All the miles combined you must've
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'm stuck between the 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
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 till
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, I am no longer funny
'Cause I miss the way you laugh
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 till
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 till
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