White kitchen walls with a thousand windows
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
The crushed linen roses on everything
And you`re still inside my head
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
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 & 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 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 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...
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