Hey 

you're treading on my life 

You're leaving marks, but that's alright 

In a year or so, I'll look back and I'll smile 

These things last only for a while 

In many ways 

this is a waste of time 

what will become of it all? 

I make you cry 

know you in crowded streets 

not what I wanted at all 

Then 

what else could I do 

instead of thinking about you? 

Pleasure now will justify our love 

See, I even call it "love" 

In many ways 

there's nothing I'd rather do 

one kiss makes sense of it all 

And what's to come? 

Let's just not think about it, it might never happen at all.