As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combinedYou must have had yourself a change of heart likeHalfway through the driveBecause your voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit signKept on drivin' straight and left our future to the rightNow I am stuck between my anger and the blame that I can't faceAnd memories are somethin' even smoking weed does not replaceAnd I am terrified of weather 'cause I see you when it rainsDoc told me to travel, but there's COVID on the planesAnd I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticksAnd I saw your mom, she forgot that I existedAnd it's half my fault, but I just like to play the victimI'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for ChristmasAnd I'll dream each night of some version of youThat I might not have, but I did not loseNow you're tire tracks and one pair of shoesAnd I'm split in half, but that'll have to doSo I thought that if I piled something good on all my badThat I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dadNo, I am no longer funny, 'cause I miss the way you laughYou once called me forever, now you still can't call me backAnd I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticksAnd I saw your mom, she forgot that I existedAnd it's half my fault, but I just like to play the victimI'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for ChristmasAnd I'll dream each night of some version of youThat I might not have, but I did not loseNow you're tire tracks and one pair of shoesAnd I'm split in half, but that'll have to doOh, that'll have to doMy other half was youI hope this pain's just passin' throughBut I doubt itAnd I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticksAnd I saw your mom, she forgot that I existedAnd it's half my fault, but I just like to play the victimI'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for ChristmasAnd I'll dream each night of some version of youThat I might not have, but I did not loseNow you're tire tracks and one pair of shoesAnd I'm split in half, but that'll have to doHave to do