White kitchen walls with a thousand windows You turn on Winston in the den And I'm still asleep but I can hear the piano when you make breakfast after 10
And I smell the coffee On your fingers I still smell The perfume in the bed Crushed linen roses On everything And your still inside my head, oh
You gotta make her Know how it feels to miss you Let her know You're swapping sides You're not the one with all the problems Oh, know You're the one with all the pride
So just pick your head up, boys And walk away Walk the coolest Walk that you know Cause in a month or two She'll call you You gotta Hang up the phone
And I hope she knows I got this memory, thing That won't ever Seem to break or bend A thick lock And sheet rock Is on my windows In the kitchen I don't think I'll ever take em' Down again
And I've learned a lot From all these break ups And make ups and Fuck ups and fake outs Things that I wish You could comprehend Yeah, comprehend
But for now I'll lace up My wing tip shoes, boys, and I'll go have breakfast With my good friends Yeah, yeah, yeah
You gotta make em' Know how it feels to miss you Let em' know You're swapping sides You're not the one with all the problems You're not the one with all the problems You're the one with all the pride Oh, here we go
You gotta make her Know how it feels to miss you Let her know You're swapping spit You're not the one with all the problems You're not the one with all the problems She's the one that's full of shit
So just pick your head up, boy And walk away Walk the coolest Walk that you know I know you know That in a month or two She'll call you You gotta Hang up the phone