Breakfast After Ten

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*