Sooner or later

Things are perfect now
But sooner or later something
Will bring us down
And i don't want suffering

Maybe we should stop
Before we drive eachother crazy
And you start throwing shit
At me
And things get really messy

I don't want to hurt
Anymore than i definitely have to
So i will bow my head
To you
I say adieu adieu

But maybe we can go up on the hillside
Just once more
We'll roll around
Make love until we're dirty
And our lips are sore