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 (really, really sorry) about you and me And I'm sorry (really, really sorry) about us She is the grey weather at end of my tether I didn't quite make it, I had to forsake it 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