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   Crushed 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   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 outs   Things that I wish   You could comprehend   Yeah, comprehend      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 shit      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