Stick Season (Cover)

[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