Breakfast After Ten

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 ten
And I smell the coffee on your fingers, yeah
I still smell the perfume in the bed, oh
The crushed linen roses are on everything
And you're still inside my head

Here's what you gotta do
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
No, no
You're the one with all the pride
So just pick your head up, boy, and walk away-ay-ay
Walk the coolest walk that you know
Because in a month or two, she'll call you
You gotta hang up the phone

(Listen)
And I hope she knows I've got this memory (ha)
That won't ever seem to break or bend (hell no)
A thick lock and sheet rock is on my windows in the kitchen
I don't think I'll ever take 'em down again
(Now my favorite part, ah, ah)
'Cause I've learned a lot from all these breakups and makeups
And fuck-ups and fake-ups
Things that I wish you could comprehend, comprehend
But for now, I'll lace up these wingtip shoes, boys
And I'll go and have breakfast with my good friends
Yeah, yeah, yeah

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
No, no
You're the one with all the pride
Then he said, Justin, man
So just pick your head up, boy, and walk away
Then he said, "Walk the coolest walk that you know, Justin"
I said "Yeah, yeah"
I know you know, that
In a month or two, Amanda's gonna call you
You gotta hang up the phone
Thank you