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