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