Stick Season

Album cover art for "Stick Season" by KIDZ BOP Kids

KIDZ BOP Kids - Pop, In English

Stick Season

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[Verse 1] As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined You must've 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 my TV does not replace And I am terrified of weather 'causе I see you when it rains Doc told me to travel, but thеre's Covid on the planes [Chorus] 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 think 'bout it all '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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 think 'bout it all '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 [Bridge] Oh, that'll have to do My other half was you I hope this pain's just passin' through But I doubt it [Chorus] 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 think 'bout it all '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

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  • Noah Kahan