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
      just don't ask me how i am