You talk about life and talk about death and everything in between like it's nothing
and the words are easy. You talk about me and talk about you and everything I do like it's
something that needs repeating. I don't need an alibi all for you to realize the things we left
unsaid are only taking space up in our heads making my fault win the game point the finger
place the blame and curse me up and down doesn't matter now because I don't care if I ever talk to
you again this is not about
emotion I don't need a reason not to care what you say or what happened in the end this is my
interpretation and it all don't make sense
the first two weeks turn into ten I hold my breath and wonder when it'll happen
it doesn't really matter if half of what you said is true and half of what I didn't do could be
different I wouldn't make it better if we forget the things we know would we have somewhere to go
the only way is down I can see that now because I don't care if I ever talk to you again this is
not about emotion
I don't need a reason not to care what you say or what happened in the end this is my interpretation
and it all don't make sense
and it all not to make no sense to you at all because this is my interpretation
yeah
yeah
Yeah, yeah