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 10
And I smell the coffee
On your fingers
I still smell
The perfume in the bed
Crushed linen roses
On everything
And your still
Inside my head, oh
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
Oh, know
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 got this memory, thing
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 a lot
From all these break ups
And make ups and
Fuck ups and fake outs
Things that I wish
You could comprehend
Yeah, comprehend
But for now
I'll lace up
My wing tip shoes, boys, and
I'll go have breakfast
With my good friends
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You gotta make em'
Know how it feels
To miss you
Let em' 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
Oh, here we go
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, boy
And walk away
Walk the coolest
Walk that you know
I know you know
That in a month or two
She'll call you
You gotta
Hang up the phone
White kitchen walls 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 10 And I smell the coffee On your fingers I still smell The perfume in the bed Crushed linen roses On everything And your still Inside my head, oh 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 Oh, know 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 got this memory, thing 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 a lot From all these break ups And make ups and Fuck ups and fake outs Things that I wish You could comprehend Yeah, comprehend But for now I'll lace up My wing tip shoes, boys, and I'll go have breakfast With my good friends Yeah, yeah, yeah You gotta make em' Know how it feels To miss you Let em' 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 Oh, here we go 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, boy And walk away Walk the coolest Walk that you know I know you know That in a month or two She'll call you You gotta Hang up the phone Explain Request ×
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