White kitchen walls with a thousand windows
You turn on Winston in the den
I'm still asleep but I can hear the piano
When you make breakfast after ten

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

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 pick your head up boy, and walk away
Walk the coolest walk you know
Cause in a month or two she'll call you
Ya gotta... hang up the phone

And 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
My wingtip shoes, boys
And I'll go have breakfast with my good friends (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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 not the one with all the problems
You're the one with all the pride
(Here we go!)

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
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
I know you know, that
In a month or two she'll, she'll call you
You got to...
Hang up the phone...
*DIAL TONE*