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 10
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

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

Just pick your head up, boy, and walk away
Walk the coolest walk that you know
Cause in a month or two she’ll call you
Hang up the phone!
Ha yeah ha here we go!