Tone: [A]
Verse 1
As you [A]promised me that I was more than all the miles combined you must've
[E]had yourself a change of heart like half way through the drive because your
[F#m]voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign
[D]kept on driving straight and left my future to the right
Verse 2
Now I am [A]stuck between my anger and the blame that I can't face and
[E]memories something even smoking weed can't replace and I am
[F#m]terrified of weather cause I see you when it rains
[D]and doc told me to travel but there's Covid on the planes
Pre-Chorus
Now I am fucked[A]fucked, I'm fucked[E]fucked, and I suck,
and you suck[F#m]suck, and this sucks, yeah I'm fucked[D]fucked
Chorus
And I[A]I love Vermont but it's the season of the sticks and I
[E]saw your mom and she forgot that I existed and its
[F#m]half my fault I'm just playin to be the victim
[D]I drink alcohol till my friends come home for Christmas and I'll
[A]dream each night of some version of you that I
[E]might not have but I did not lose now
[F#m]I'm tire tracks and one pair of shoes and I'm
[D]split in half but that'll have to do.
Instrumental
[A] [E] [F#m] [D]
Verse 3
Was I [A]wrong to think that putting something good on all my bad
might'v[E]might've cancelled out the darkness that I got from mom and dad
and I[F#m]I am scared of being funny cause I miss the way you laugh
you o[D]once called me forever now you will not call me back.
Chorus
And I[A]I love Vermont but it's the season of the sticks and I
[E]saw your mom and she forgot that I existed and its
[F#m]half my fault but I'm just scared to play the victim
[D]I'll drink alcohol till my friends come home for Christmas and I'll
[A]dream each night of some version of you that I
[E]might not have but I did not lose now
[F#m]your tire tracks and one pair of shoes and I'm
[D]split in half but that'll have to do.
Instrumental
[A] [E] [F#m] [D]
Verse 1
As you [A]promised me that I was more than all the miles combined you must've
[E]had yourself a change of heart like half way through the drive because your
[F#m]voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign
[D]kept on driving straight and left my future to the right
Chorus
And I[A]I love Vermont but it's the season of the sticks and I
[E]saw your mom and she forgot that I existed and its
[F#m]half my fault but I'm just scared to play the victim
[D]I'll drink alcohol till my friends come home for Christmas and I'll
[A]dream each night of some version of you that I
[E]might not have but I did not lose now
[F#m]I'm tire tracks and one pair of shoes and I'm
[D]split in half but that'll have to do.
[A]