In absence of Nivea, your lips hydrate,
My otherwise downtrodden and neglected face.
But when you're not here, I think we need a break,
So I can try to fix it alone.
We'd be lying if we said everything's been okay,
Long distance arguments on Skype would support that claim,
But we both know that this is nothing but ordinary,
I love and hate you all the same.
Everything has to be sweet and salty.
Yeah it has to be sweet and salty.
Sunday afternoons watching Girls on your television,
Silently comparing ourselves to Hannah and Adam,
Before long we'll be thinking about what will happen soon,
As my impending departure looms.
That dull feeling in our stomachs,
Remains dormant but may again soon erupt,
At least then you'll be out of Cardiff,
And we can argue in person.
'Cause,
Everything has to be sweet and salty.
It has to be sweet and salty.