[Chorus]
And I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticks
And I saw my mom, she forgot that I existed
And it's not my fault, she always likes 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 may not have, but I did not lose
Now I’m tire tracks and one pair of shoes
And I'm split in half, but that'll have to do
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