Oct 21, 2003 04:26
White kitchen wall 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 ten
And I smell the coffee on your fingers
I still smell the perfume in the bed
The crushed linen roses are 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, 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've got this memory
That won't ever seem to break or bend
A thick lock and (sherock..?) is on the window 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
But for now I'll lace up my wing tip shoes, boys, and I'll
I'll go and have breakfast with my good friends
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 not the one with all the problems
You're the one with all the pride!
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, boys and walk away
Walk the coolest walk that you know
Yeah, I know you know
That in a month or two she'll...she'll call you
You gotta...HANG UP THE PHONE!