February
5 March 2007
And I'm sorry about you and me.
And I'm sorry about us.
You tried to give me your best, but to what end? Saliva.
You may think so at first but I'm your designated driver.*
But this roadside is not yours or mine.
And it'a about time that I stop.
She is the grey weather at the end of my tether.
I didn't quiet make it, I had to forsake it.
And as I sit on a train, I can taste her in my salvia.
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 undertermined,
all I do now is just horrible and mean.
I used to think that she and me could only be just fine,
and 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 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.
Saliva -Mew
Även Clara får för sig endel lustiga saker.
Mew är det som peppar mest, alltid.
(Måndagen va en fin dag med sång från provrum.)
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