Stick Season - Noah Kahan, acordes de ukelele

Intro: G

       G
As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined
            D
You mustʼve had yourself a change of heart like halfway through the drive
                   Em
Because your voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign
     C
Kept on drivinʼ straight and left our future to the right
 
               G
Now I am stuck between my anger and the blame that I canʼt face
             D
And memories are somethinʼ even smoking weed does not replace
              Em
And I am terrified of weather ʼcause I see you when it rains
         C
Doc told me to travel, but thereʼs COVID on the planes

Chorus:
        G
    And I love Vermont, but itʼs the season of the sticks
          D
    And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
             Em
    And itʼs half my fault, but I just like to play the victim
               C
    Iʼll drink alcohol ʼtil my friends come home for Christmas
     
             G
    And Iʼll dream each night of some version of you
           D
    That I might not have, but I did not lose
               Em
    Now youʼre tire tracks and one pair of shoes
            C                                     G
    And Iʼm split in half, but thatʼll have to do

     G
So I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad
             D
That I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from Dad
         Em
No, I am no longer funny ʼcause I miss the way you laugh
    C
You once called me «forever,» now you still canʼt call me back

Chorus:
        G
    And I love Vermont, but itʼs the season of the sticks
          D
    And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
             Em
    And itʼs half my fault, but I just like to play the victim
               C
    Iʼll drink alcohol ʼtil my friends come home for Christmas
     
             G
    And Iʼll dream each night of some version of you
           D
    That I might not have, but I did not lose
               Em
    Now youʼre tire tracks and one pair of shoes
            C                                     G
    And Iʼm split in half, but thatʼll have to do

Bridge:
                     D
    Oh, thatʼll have to do
                  Em
    My other half was you
                            C
    I hope this painʼs just passinʼ through
    But I doubt it

Chorus:
        G
    And I love Vermont, but itʼs the season of the sticks
          D
    And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
             Em
    And itʼs half my fault, but I just like to play the victim
               C
    Iʼll drink alcohol ʼtil my friends come home for Christmas
     
             G
    And Iʼll dream each night of some version of you
           D
    That I might not have, but I did not lose
               Em
    Now youʼre tire tracks and one pair of shoes
            C
    And Iʼm split in half, but thatʼll have to do
     
    G
    Have to do