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, ignoring you in crowded streets
It's 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 called 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 of it, it might never happen at all