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 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 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, boy 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.