White kitchen walls with a thousand windows
You turn on winston in the den
I'm still asleep, but I can hear the piano
When you make breakfast after ten.
I smell the coffee on your fingers
I still smell the perfume in the bed
White linen roses are on everything
And you're still inside my head
You gotta make her know what it feels, to miss you
Let her know your swapping sides
You're not the one with all the problems
Oh, 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
And 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 window,
In the kitchen.
Don't think I'll ever take 'em down again
And I've learned a lot from all this,
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 wingtip 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 them 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 what 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
And you gotta ; hang up the phone