luka

My name is Luka

I live on the second floor

I live upstairs from you

Yes I think you've seen me before

If you hear something late at night

Some kind of trouble some kind of fight

Just don't ask me what it was

I think it's because I'm clumsy

I try not to talk too loud

Maybe it's because I'm crazy

I try not to act too proud

They only hit until you cry

And after that you don't ask why

You just don't argue anymore

Yes I think I'm okay

I walked into the door again

Well if you ask that's what I'll say

And it's not your business anyway

I guess I'd like to be alone

With nothing broken nothing thrown