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
