Stick Season - Gareth | Guitar Chords

[Verse 1]
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A          A
 As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined
              E5/B
You must have had yourself a change of heart, like halfway through the drive
                  F#m
Because your voice  trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign
D
Kept on driving straight and left, our future to the right
         A
Now I am stuck between my anger and the blame that I can't face
        E
Memories are somethin' even smoking weed does not replace
         F#m7
And I am terrified of weather 'cause I see you when it rains
Dadd9
Doc  told me to travel but there's COVID on the planes

[Chorus (1)]
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     A
And I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticks
     E
And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
        F#m7
And it's   half my fault but I just like to play the victim
          Dadd9
I'll drink     alcohol 'til my friends come home for Christmas
        A
And I'll dream each night of some version of you
      E
That I might not have but I did not lose
          F#m7
Now you're   tire tracks and one pair of shoes
       Dadd9                          E          A
And I'm     split in half, but that'll have to do

[Verse 2]
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            A
So I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad
             E
That I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad
        F#m7
No, I am   no longer funny 'cause I miss the way you laugh
    Dadd9
You once called me forever, now you still can't call me back



[Bridge]
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                      E
No, that'll have to do
                 F#m7
My other half was   you
                        Dadd9
I hope this pain's just passin' through
      E
But I doubt it

[Chorus (2)]
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     A
And I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticks
     E
And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
        F#m7
And it's   half my fault but I just like to play the victim
          Dadd9
I'll drink     alcohol 'til my friends come home for Christmas
        A
And I'll dream each night of some version of you
      E
That I might not have but I did not lose
          F#m7
Now you're   tire tracks and one pair of shoes
       Dadd9                          E                       A
And I'm     split in half, but that'll have to do, have to do,