Saliva

And I'm sorry about you and me

And I'm sorry about us

You tried to give it your best

But to what end? Saliva

You may not think so at first

But I'm your designated driver

But this roadside is not yours or mine

And it's about time that I stop

She is the grey weather at 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 saliva

But I still depend on my Thursday friend, Saliva

And there's no book about you and me

All the snippets remain

I 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 fine

And 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 us

I'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 mine

It'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