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Notes in His Pockets Lyrics

Artist: The Good Life
Album: Album Of The Year

Drunk at the bar at last, last call â‚¬" my babyâ‚¬â„¢s home on her night off, So Iâ‚¬â„¢m involved in a serious talk with a girl I had known growing up. So we buy a six; decide to split â‚¬" she has a downtown apartment. She opens the door, falls to the floor, says, â‚¬Å“Iâ‚¬â„¢m bitter sick of sweet and pure, take me now Iâ‚¬â„¢m yours.â‚¬?

Notes in his pockets, rumors in the mill, phone calls after the bars close â‚¬" unlisted numbers. If she only knew, then heâ‚¬â„¢d be through â‚¬" 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 sheâ‚¬â„¢s being used.

At Sullivanâ‚¬â„¢s drinking with Justin, he says heâ‚¬â„¢s seen my ex-girlfriend. Sheâ‚¬â„¢s back in town â‚¬" and whatâ‚¬â„¢s worse â‚¬" he knows where and when she works. So we head over to the Underwood, sheâ‚¬â„¢s trading shots with regulars: She gives me a hugs â‚¬Ëœtil our hips are flush, says, â‚¬Å“Boy, weâ‚¬â„¢ve hardly kept in touch â‚¬" itâ‚¬â„¢s time for catching up.â‚¬?

Notes in his pockets, rumors in the mill. Phone calls after the bars close â‚¬" unlisted numbers. Still, he insists on his innocence; says those girls are all gossips. Sheâ‚¬â„¢s gotta drop the axe â‚¬"catch him in the act â‚¬" with his shame around his ankles, chain the guilt around his neck.

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