Pulp - In Many Ways lyrics

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.