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Stick Season

2022 · Alternative

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4.0 / 5· WBS rating

Noah Kahan captures autumnal melancholy with unflinching honesty

Noah Kahan delivers 'Stick Season', a folk-tinged alternative track showcasing his skill at crafting vivid narratives around relatable emotions.

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Stick Season Lyrics

by Noah Kahan

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 'Cause your voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign Kept on driving 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 something 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, ooh, ooh 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 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, ooh, ooh Oh, that'll have to do My other half was you I hope this pain's just passing 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, ooh