Noah Kahn - 'Stick Season' (Acoustic Looping Cover)

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  • Опубликовано: 1 июл 2024
  • Noah Kahn - 'Stick Season' (Acoustic Looping Cover)
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    Lyrics:
    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
    'Cause your voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign
    Kept on drivin' 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 somethin' 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 'til 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
    You 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 'til 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 passin' 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 'til 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
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