sick & tired.

And I’m sorry about you and me. And I’m sorry about us. You try to give it your best, but to what end? Saliva. You may no 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. 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.