Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stick Season, artist - Madilyn Bailey. Date of issue: 22.02.2024
Song language: English
Stick Season |
| As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined\nYou must’ve had yourself a change of heart like halfway through the drive\nBecause your voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign\nKept on drivin' straight and left our future to the right\nNow I am stuck between my anger and the blame that I can’t face\nAnd memories are somethin' even smoking weed does not replace\nAnd I am terrified of weather 'cause I see you when it rains\nDoc told me to travel, but there’s Covid on the planes\nAnd I love Vermont, but it’s the season of the sticks\nAnd I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed\nAnd it’s half my fault, but I just like to play the victim\nI’ll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for Christmas\nAnd I’ll dream each night of some version of you\nThat I might not have, but I did not lose\nNow you’re tire tracks and one pair of shoes\nAnd I’m split in half, but that’ll have to do\nSo I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad\nThat I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from Dad\nNo, I am no longer funny 'cause I miss the way you laugh\nYou once called me «forever,» now you still can’t call me back\nAnd I love Vermont, but it’s the season of the sticks\nAnd I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed\nAnd it’s half my fault, but I just like to play the victim\nI’ll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for Christmas\nAnd I’ll dream each night of some version of you\nThat I might not have, but I did not lose\nNow you’re tire tracks and one pair of shoes\nAnd I’m split in half, but that’ll have to do\nOh, that’ll have to do\nMy other half was you\nI hope this pain’s just passin' through\nBut I doubt it\nAnd I love Vermont, but it’s the season of the sticks\nAnd I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed\nAnd it’s half my fault, but I just like to play the victim\nI’ll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for Christmas\nAnd I’ll dream each night of some version of you\nThat I might not have, but I did not lose\nNow you’re tire tracks and one pair of shoes\nAnd I’m split in half, but that’ll have to do\nHave to do |