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
 [bad word] 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
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
 [bad word] ups and fake outs
Things that I wish
You [bad word]  [bad word] 

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 [bad word] 

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