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Drunk at the bar, at last, last call
My baby is 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; 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
Until 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 got to drop the axe
Catch him in the act
With his shame around his ankles
Chain the guilt around his neck
My baby is 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; 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"
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
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
Until our hips are flush
Says, "Boy, we've hardly kept in touch
It's time for catching up"
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 got to drop the axe
Catch him in the act
With his shame around his ankles
Chain the guilt around his neck
Song Info
Submitted by
rengalous On Oct 04, 2004
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this song is amazing
when i saw The Good Life last time Roger's bass pedal broke so Tim played like a soft rock version of the first half of this song on the keyboard...it was pretty kick ass
I’m bitter sick of sweet and pure, Take me now I’m yours.
I love that line, but honestly who says "take me now im yours" unless in a porno.
one of my favorite songs on the cd. so good.
This song is so... bad. Not bad sounding, but just how he is so sneaky and unapologetic.
i love this song.the tension, the impulsiv beat and tim's voice.you can sense there is something furtive going on..the lyrics are amazing.he is betraying her trust and she kind of knows it.
i don't really get the switching between "he" and I""
also another idea nobody has touched on is the possibility of there being two different instances. one with the old home town girl and then it seems there could be a possible unsaid measure of time when he talks about his ex being back in town. like maybe refering to the same girl as the first part of the song that he cheated on and then they broke up and she's back in town now and "drunk at the bar"
also this would further explain "what's worse" about his ex being back in town is that he knows if he can go see her something will happen between them again to re-surface further complications.
i have come close to this type of failure in very similar situations with previous relationships but luckily have avoided most of them. great way of putting it, Tim.
does anyone else like the acoustic version better? : )