Noah Kahan "Stick Season" lyrics

Stick Season

As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combinedYou must have had yourself a change of heart like halfway through the driveBecause your voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit signKept on driving straight and left our future to the right

Now I am stuck between my anger and the blame that I can't faceAnd memories are something 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 planes

And 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 till my friends come home for Christmas

And 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 do

So 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 back

And 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 till my friends come home for Christmas

And 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 do

Oh, that’ll have to doMy other half was youI hope this pain’s just passing throughBut I doubt it

And 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 till my friends come home for Christmas

And 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

Added: Jan 25, 2024 Jackster

Stick Season

Refers to a period of time when you assured me that I meant more to you than the distance between us. However, I believe you had a change of heart halfway through our journey, as your voice faded exactly as you passed the sign for my exit. You continued driving straight, leaving our potential future behind to the right.

Now, I find myself trapped between anger and the blame that I cannot confront. Even indulging in recreational activities like smoking weed cannot replace the memories we shared. I feel a sense of fear whenever there is inclement weather, as it reminds me of you, especially when it rains. Although the doctor advised me to travel, I am unable to do so due to the presence of COVID on airplanes.

Despite my love for Vermont, this particular season feels isolating and desolate, resembling a time of solitude. I encountered your mother, who appeared to have forgotten about my existence. I must acknowledge that I am partly responsible, yet I often find solace in playing the role of the victim. I will resort to drinking alcohol until my friends return home for Christmas, seeking temporary comfort.

Each night, I find myself dreaming of a version of you that I may never have, but one that I have not lost completely. Now, all I have left are the remnants of your presence, symbolized by tire tracks and a single pair of shoes. I feel torn in two, yet I must learn to cope with this fractured state of being.

I had hoped that by compensating for the negativity in my life with something positive, I could counteract the darkness passed down to me from my father. However, I have lost my sense of humor as I deeply miss the way you used to laugh. You once promised me forever, yet now you cannot even return my calls.

Although I still hold affection for Vermont, this current season emphasizes feelings of loneliness and emptiness. Once again, I encountered your mother, who seemed to have completely forgotten about me. While I recognize that I am partially at fault, I often find comfort in assuming the role of the victim. In the meantime, I will consume alcohol until my friends come home for Christmas, providing a temporary distraction.

Every night, I will continue to dream of an alternate version of you, one I may never truly possess, but one I have not entirely lost. Now, I am left with mere traces of your presence, delineated by tire tracks and a solitary pair of shoes. I feel as if I have been split in two, but I must learn to accept this fractured reality.

Oh, this fractured reality is all I have. You were once my other half, and now I hope the pain I'm experiencing will eventually subside. However, I have serious doubts about whether that will come to pass.

Once again, I express my love for Vermont, although the present season evokes feelings of seclusion. I found myself face to face with your mother, who seemed to have erased my existence from her memory completely. While I admit to my share of responsibility, I often find solace in assuming the role of the victim. Until my friends return home for Christmas, I will continue consuming alcohol, using it as a temporary refuge.

And every night, I will eagerly dream of a version of you that may never materialize, but one I have not completely lost. All that remains now are the tracks your departure left behind, symbolized by tire marks and a single pair of shoes. I feel as though I have been split in two, but I will have to learn to manage my divided state.

Added: Jan 25, 2024 Jackster
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