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 diving straight, left our future to the right
Now I am stuck between my anger and the blame that I can't face
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 plains
And I love her mom, 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've never seen before

And I might not have, but I did not lose
Now you're tired of tracks and one pair of shoes
And I'm split in half, but I don't have to lose
So I thought that if I had something good in 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 watch college, you watch college, you watch college
You watch college, you watch college, you watch college

You still can't call me back, and I love her mom
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 tired of tracks and one pair of shoes
And I'm split in half, but I don't have to lose
No, that I'll have to do
My other half was you
I hope this pain's just passing through
But I doubt it
And I love her mom, 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 tired of tracks and one pair of shoes
And I'm split in half, but I don't have to lose
Have to lose
Now you're tired of tracks and one pair of shoes

And I love her mom, but it's the season of the sticks
And I love her mom, but it's the season of the sticks