Notes In The Pocket

Drunk at the bar at last, last call

My baby's home on her night off

So I'm involved in a serious talk

With a girl I had known growing up

So we buy a six; we decide to split

She has a downtown apartment

She opens the door, falls to the floor

Says: I'm bitter sick of sweet

And pure, take me now, I'm yours

Notes in his pockets, rumors in the mill

Phone calls after the bars close, unlisted numbers

If she only knew, then he'd be through

But who knows which parts are true

She hates how it looks, but what can she do?

The girls all talk behind her back, they say she's being used

At Sullivan's, drinking with Justin

He says he's seen my ex-girlfriend

She's back in town and what's worse

He knows where and when she works

So we head over to the underwood

She's trading shots with regulars

She gives me a hug till our hips are flush

Says: Boy, we've hardly kept in touch, it's time for catching up

Notes in his pockets, rumors in the mill

Phone calls after the bars close, unlisted numbers

Still, he insists on his innocence

Says those girls are all gossips

She's gotta drop the axe, catch him in the act

With his shame around his ankles

Chain the guilt around his neck