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