Stick Season

Stick Season - Noah Kahan

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As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined

You must have 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 am stuck between my 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

And 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