🎵 Stick Season by Noah Kahan [cover] (Patreon)

This is my first cover. I just need to know if ya'll think this is a cover or if I made it my own. Please, I actually do need to know, here. Like, listen to the original, listen to some other covers, and then tell me if I went too far, here.Also, I'm not sure if I made the mastering way too, like, hot or blasty. It's difficult. Mastering is fucking hard, okay? No tool will ever exist that can say "yeah, this the one." At the end of the day, I need all of you to tell me if it works or not._[Verse 1]As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combinedYou must've had yourself a change of heart like halfway through the driveBecause your voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit signKept on drivin' straight and left our future to the rightNow I am stuck between my anger and the blame that I can't faceAnd memories are somethin' even smoking weed cannot replaceAnd I am terrified of weather 'cause I see you when it rainsDoc told me to travel, but there's Covid on the plane[Chorus]And I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticksAnd I saw your mom, she forgot that I existedAnd it's half my fault, but I just like to play the victimI'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for ChristmasAnd I'll dream each night of some version of youThat I might not have, but I did not loseNow you're tire tracks and one pair of shoesAnd I'm split in half, but that'll have to do[Verse 2]So I thought that if I piled something good on all my badThat I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from DadNo, I am no longer funny 'cause I miss the way you laughYou once called me "forever," now you still can't call me back[Chorus]And I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticksAnd I saw your mom, she forgot that I existedAnd it's half my fault, but I just like to play the victimI'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for ChristmasAnd I'll dream each night of some version of youThat I might not have, but I did not loseNow you're tire tracks and one pair of shoesAnd I'm split in half, but that'll have to do[Bridge]Oh, that'll have to doMy other half was youI hope this pain's just passin' throughBut I doubt it[Chorus]I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticksAnd I saw your mom, she forgot that I existedAnd it's half my fault, but I just like to play the victimI'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for ChristmasAnd I'll dream each night of some version of youThat I might not have, but I did not loseNow you're tire tracks and one pair of shoesAnd I'm split in half, but that'll have to do[Outro]Have to do.Have to do.Have to do.