White kitchen walls with a thousand windows
Turn on Winston in the den
And I'm still asleep but I hear the piano play
When you make breakfast after 10
And I smell the coffee on your fingers
I still smell the perfume in the bed
The crushed linen roses on everything
And you're still inside my head
You got to 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
You're the one with all the pride
So just pick your head up boy, 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
I hope she knows I've got this memory
That won't ever seem to break or bend
A thick lock and sheet rock is on the windows in the kitchen
I don't think I'll ever take 'em down again
I've learned a lot from all these break ups and make ups
And fuck ups and fake ups
Things that I wish you could comprehend, yeah comprehend
But for now I'll lace up these wingtip shoes, boys
And I'll go and have breakfast with my good friends
You got to make her know how it feels to miss you
You got to let her know you're swapping sides
You're not the one with all the problems
You're the one with all the pride
You got to 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
She's the one that's full of shit
So just pick your head up boys and
Walk away
Walk the coolest walk that you know
In a month or two she'll call you
You got to
Hang up the phone ...
