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      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   Stop