how many days did you show up on my door?

how many times did we run each other's arms?

how many times did we meet on that same corner?

how many nights did you fall asleep holding me?

how many mornings did you wake up next to me?

how many times did we look into each other's eyes?

how many times did you play with my hair?

how many kisses did you leave on my body?

how many coffees we've grabbed?

how many movies we've watched?

how many songs we've listened?

how many bottles of wine we've drank?

how many times we've got drunk?

how many times we've laughed?

how many dreams we've shared?

how many days, how many moments,

how many lives could we have fit

into all of time we've spent?

let me save you the suspense,

countless times

but how many of these moments stayed with you?

in how many of them i truly mattered to you?

how many days did you greet me at your door?

none

not even once

of all the cafés and all the places in all the world
i've walked into this one
chet baker was playing on behind

of all the songs and all the melodies in all the world
he was singing this one
you used to sing to me in the past

of all the guys and all the lovers in all the world
only you've crossed my mind
as he sang...

i've called you on those lonely nights when i couldn't sleep

i've called you to fall asleep while you told fairy tales in greek

i've called you every time i got drunk to make you laugh

i've called you every time i felt like i needed someone to cry

i've called you to tell you something happened at school

i've called you to tell you something my mom said about us

i've called you just to show you one more song you'd like

i've called you the next day to hear you singing it on your guitar

i've called you to surprise you by playing "la la land" on my piano

i've called you so we could sing along to the song on the radio

i've called you to talk about my favourite poets and writers for hours

i've called you to listen to you talking about cars and video games nonstop

i've called you to say "i saw you in my dream last night"

i've called you just to hear the way you said my name one more time

i've called you every day, every night and in every chance

i've called you with every name except mine

keep pretending you love her
only i know the way you cried to me
while saying you're only with her
just to imagine as if you were with me

you made it seem like it was so easy to get over someone you love

tell me how you were able to fall in love with the first girl you met right after me

tell me how you were able to look into her eyes without feeling any shame

because the second i look at someone else's, i can do nothing but glance away

tell me how you were able to make her smile without feeling something is missing

because the minute i smile at someone else, i can do nothing but miss our drunken laughs

tell me how you were able to get over me

so effortlessly,

so easily,

so willingly,

as if i almost meant nothing to you

maybe i was meant to be that girl
who is not your first love
and will never be your last
only a random girl from your past

maybe i was meant to be that girl
that would take you so little to replace
only one or two days for you to chase
until you find a one with prettier face

maybe i was meant to be that girl
that would take you so little to forget
no more than to shed a couple of tears
and light a couple of cheap cigarettes

i wish i could be one of those girls
who still have faith in something called love
who still have a heart so naive and fragile
who still can feel those butterflies inside

i wish i could be one of those girls
who can feel their heart is beating
without needing to check if it does
and still have some sparks of love inside

i wish i could be one of those girls
who believe in the concept of "love of your life"
and dream about meeting them in their favorite café
like they've always read in those books of romance

i wish i could be one of those girls
who always see the princess treatment
who are spoiled with nice gifts and flowers
who are worth writing songs and poems for

i wish i could be one of those girls
who aren't afraid of something called love
who don't have a heart so rotten and broken
who don't know the feeling of not being loved