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.