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...