Mew

And I'm sorry about you and me
And I'm sorry about us
You try to give your best
but to what end, saliva
You may not think so at first
but I'm your designated driver
But this roadside, it's not yours or mine
And it's about time that I stop
She is the grey weather
at the 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 on my saliva
But I still depend on my
thursday friend, saliva
And there's no book
about you and me
Only spinnets 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, 'cos I
can't stop thinking about her
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