I never wanted you to live here
I only asked if you would stay
I never minded that you slept here
I thought that you would go away
I never minded talking to you
I can't remember talking to you
Driving by the place with the books
It's a nice day for a parade
Seven times near the place with the books
I never really even loved you
I never really even cared
I don't think, I ever liked you
I don't think I'd be that sorry
Driving by the place with the books
It's a nice day for a parade
Seven times near the place with the books
Living with you is a shade of gray
We never had anything to say anyway
Living with you is a shade of gray, everyday
And you never had the time
I thought that I knew you angel
And you never had the time
We never loved each other
And I'm always making you cry