Saliva, Mica & Panda

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

And there's no book about you and me
All the snippets remain

She is the grey weather at end of my tether
I didn't quite make it, I had to forsake it

And I'm sorry about you and me
And I'm sorry about us

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

Saw the candy turn to corn.
Well. It's like the morning's born.

And I'll try to like horses.
And I'll try to like horses.

Now I'm there. You didn't know.
Try to think about the snow.
Don't be riding over me,
'cause you are all that I can see.

And I'll try to like horses.
And I'll try to like horses.