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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Noah Kahan
Noah Kahan
Vocals
Gabe Simon
Gabe Simon
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Kahan
Noah Kahan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Noah Kahan
Noah Kahan
Producer
Gabe Simon
Gabe Simon
Producer
Konrad Snyder
Konrad Snyder
Recording Engineer
Ryan Hewitt
Ryan Hewitt
Mixing Engineer
Jordan Silva
Jordan Silva
Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

歌詞

As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined You must have had yourself a change of heart like Halfway through the drive Because your voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign Kept on drivin' straight and left our future to the right Now I am stuck between my anger and the blame that I can't face And memories are somethin' even smoking weed does not replace And I am terrified of weather 'cause I see you when it rains Doc told me to travel, but there's Covid on the planes And I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticks And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed And it's half my fault, but I just like 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 might not have, but I did not lose Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes And I'm split in half, but that'll have to do So I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad That I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad No, I am no longer funny, 'cause I miss the way you laugh You once called me forever, now you still can't call me back And I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticks And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed And it's half my fault, but I just like 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 might not have, but I did not lose Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes And I'm split in half, but that'll have to do Oh, that'll have to do My other half was you I hope this pain's just passin' through But I doubt it And I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticks And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed And it's half my fault, but I just like 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 might not have, but I did not lose Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes And I'm split in half, but that'll have to do Have to do
Writer(s): Noah Kahan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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