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*