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Stick Season (Her Version)
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I know I promised you that we were worth more than the miles combined
But that was way before we said some things that made me realize
That maybe we were just two lovers way ahead of both our times
I couldn't see your exit through the tears that filled my eyes
And I went straight to my grandmother's and she asked me what was up
I told her "I just broke the only heart I've truly ever loved"
And now I'm terrified of stormy nights 'cause I see you when it floods
And I can't face my problems so I'm living on the run
And oh, I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticks
And I thank your mom for everything she ever did
And no, it's not your fault, oh, how I wish it could be different
If I returned your calls or put my keys in the ignition
Then we'll be right back where we were in June
But the summers passed like the seasons do
We weren't built to last, we were meant to lose
And I'm split in half, but that'll have to do
So I thought that if I piled something right on all my wrongs
That I could cancel out the heartache I inherited from mom
And I am no longer happy 'cause I miss you now you're gone
I still can't face my problems, so I'm living on the run
And oh, I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticks
And I thank your mom for everything she ever did
And no, it's not your fault, oh, how I wish it could be different
If I returned your calls or put my keys in the ignition
Then we'll be right back where we were in June
But the summers passed like the seasons do
We weren't built to last, we were meant to lose
And I'm split in half, but that'll have to do
Oh, that'll have to do
My other half was you
I guess what they say is true
What you love you lose
Cause I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticks
And I thank your mom for everything she ever did
And no, it's not your fault, oh, how I wish it could be different
If I returned your calls or put my keys in the ignition
Then we'll be right back where we were in June
But the summers passed like the seasons do
We weren't built to last, we were meant to lose
And I'm split in half, but that'll have to do
Have to do
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