Why do I insist if he is the way he is
He has his head hanging on his feet
He lives in his world, in his conversation
I'm looking at the ceiling of the room
And he shows up when I don't expect him;
He doesn't tell me anything and I follow the game
Those are weird hours, a hallucination
A medicine for my heart
The one you see doesn't seem to be me
Because I can't have fun, love
The one you see doesn't seem to be me
Imperfect world
Why do I insist if it doesn't make sense
He arrives at my house and he falls asleep
Call the girls, it's time to go out
I grab my cellphone and I have to go
And he shows up when I don't expect him;
He doesn't tell me anything and I follow the game
Those are weird hours, a hallucination
A medicine for my heart
The one you see doesn't seem to be me
Because I can't have fun, love
The one you see doesn't seem to be me
Imperfect world
I feel too much, I think too little
You feel too little...