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Dead Formats Vol. 3
01. Vasoline
02. Ceilings
03. Stick Season
04. Don't Change
05. I Will Follow You Into The Dark
06. Lady in a Blue Dress
07. Shoulder To The Wheel
08. Cinco De Mayo Shit Show
09. Harness Your Hopes
10. Intergalactic
11. My Own Worst Enemy
12. That's The Way
13. There Is A Light That Never Goes Out
14. Golden Hour
15. Motivation
16. Halloween I and II
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
Memories are somethin' 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
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
You 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
It'll have to do
My other half was you
I hope this pain's just passin' 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
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
It'll have to do
My other half was you
I hope this pain's just passin' through
But I doubt it