| 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 |