Saliva

And I'm sorry about you and me

And I'm sorry about us

You try to give it your best

But to what end? SalivaYou may no think so at first

But I'm your designated driver

But this roadside is not your's or mine

And it's about time that I stopShe is the grey weather at the end of my tether

I didn't quite make it, I had to forsake it

And as I sit on the train

I can taste her in my salivaBut I still depend on my Thursday friend, Saliva

And there's no book about you and me

Only snippets remainI get a light, I get a light from everyone

That's right, so undetermined

All I do now is just horrible and mean

I used to think that she and me could only be just fineAnd to begin with nothing seems wrong

But it's not a happy song

And I'm sorry about you and me

And I'm sorry about usI'm finding out that you can't mess around with saliva

And I drive a lot, 'cause I can't stop thinking about her

(I'm in your hands)

I'll be yours, you'll be mineIt'll be fine, intertwined

Wet your dried out lips with saliva

What's more strange than this? Your saliva

If I did not miss your saliva

If my lips could kiss your saliva still