Look, let me introduce myself
I'm nervous, I won't lie to you
But here goes my best attempt
Perfection only exists in stories
I'm not so good at pretending
The truth is, I prefer to be direct
Sometimes I go to bed at six in the morning
I don't go to church on weekends
I'm a bit absent-minded, I relax too much
But I put everything aside every time she calls me
And at that moment everything is fine
And at that moment I lose it again
All my sanity, all my bitterness
The madness returns and the desire to call her again
My best and worst day of the month
Because she is, she is, she is
That cliché movie ending
The medicine that doesn't exist for stress
Because she is, she is, she is
But none have put up with me
They always tell me I'm too carefree
And I, I'm tired of that
That none have accepted me as I am
That I stop smoking in the morning
That they don't like me, not even her friends or her sister
That I never give her expensive things
But with her everything is fine
But with her I lose it again
All my sanity, all my bitterness
The madness returns and the desire to call her again
My best and worst day of the month
Because she is, she is, she is
That cliché movie ending
The medicine that doesn't exist for stress
Because she is, she is, she is
But with her everything is fine
But with her I lose it again
All my sanity, all my bitterness
The madness returns and the desire to call her again
But with her everything is fine
But with her I lose it again
All my sanity, all my bitterness
The madness returns and the desire to call her again
My best and worst day of the month
Because she is, she is, she is
That cliché movie ending
The medicine that doesn't exist for stress