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.