My name is Luka

I live on the second floor

I live upstairs from you

Yes I think youve seen me before

If you hear something late at night

Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight

Just dont ask me what it was

I think its because Im clumsy

I try not to talk too loud

Maybe its because Im crazy

I try not to act too proud

They only hit until you cry

And after that you dont ask why

You just dont argue anymore

Yes I think Im okay

I walked into the door again

Well, if you ask thats what Ill say

And its not your business anyway

I guess Id like to be alone

With nothing broken, nothing thrown

Just dont ask me how I am