* = strum once
[Strophe]
       A 
As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined 
              E 
You must have had yourself a change of heart like halfway through the drive 
            F#m 
'Cause your voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign 
D 
Kept on driving straight and left our future to the right
[Strophe]
         A 
Now I am stuck between my anger and the blame that I can't face 
         E 
And memories are something even smoking weed does not replace 
         F#m 
And I am terrified of weather 'cause I see you when it rains 
D 
Doc told me to travel but there's COVID on the planes
[Refrain]
A*                                                     E* 
And I love Vermont but it's the season of the sticks and I 
  
Saw your mom she forgot that I existed 
        F#m* 
And It's half my fault but I just like to play the victim 
          D* 
I'll drink alcohol 'till my friends come home for Christmas 
        A 
And I'll dream each night of some version of you 
      E 
That I might not have but I did not lose 
         F#m 
Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes 
       D                         E                   A 
And I'm split in half but that'll have to do ooh ooh
[Strophe]
     A 
So I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad 
             E 
That I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad 
       F#m 
No I am no longer funny 'cause I miss the way you laugh 
D 
Once called me forever now you still can't call me back
[Refrain]
     A                                                     E 
And I love Vermont but it's the season of the sticks and I 
  
Saw your mom she forgot that I existed 
        F#m 
And It's half my fault but I just like to play the victim 
          D 
I'll drink alcohol 'till my friends come home for Christmas 
        A 
And I'll dream each night of some version of you 
      E 
That I might not have but I did not lose 
         F#m 
Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes 
       D                         E                   A 
And I'm split in half but that'll have to do ooh ooh
[Pont]
A                     E 
Oh, that'll have to do 
                  F#m 
My other half was you 
                        D 
I hope this pain's just passing through 
      E 
But I doubt it
[Refrain]
     A*                                                    E* 
And I love Vermont but it's the season of the sticks and I 
  
Saw your mom she forgot that I existed 
        F#m* 
And It's half my fault but I just like to play the victim 
          D* 
I'll drink alcohol 'till my friends come home for Christmas 
        A 
And I'll dream each night of some version of you 
      E 
That I might not have but I did not lose 
         F#m 
Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes 
       D                         E 
And I'm split in half but that'll have to do 
  
Have to do ooh  
A*