Lyric Breakfast After 10

White kitchen walls with a thousand windows
Ya 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 cofee on your fingers
I still smell the perfume in the bed
The crushed linen roses along everything
And you re still inside my head

Ya 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,no,no
You re the one with all the pride
So just pick your head up boy and walk away
Walk the coolest walk that you know
Cause in a month or two she ll, 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 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 alot 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 race up these wing-tipped shoes, boy
And I ll go and have breakfast with my good friends

Ya 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

Ya 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 heads 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
Ya gotta, hang up the phone