my interpretation

you talk about life

you talk about death

and everything in between

like it's nothing

and the words are easy

you talk about me

and you talk about you

and everything i do

like it's something

that needs repeating

i don't need an alibi oh for you to realize

the things we left unsaid

are only taking space up in our heads

make it my fault

win the game

point the finger

place the blame

you toss me up and down

it doesn't matter now

'cause 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 don't

don't make sense

the first two weeks turn into ten

i hold my breath and wonder when it'll happen

does it really matter?

if half of what you said is true

and half of what i didn't do could be different

would it 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

'cause 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 don't

don't make sense

it's really not such a sacrifice

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 don't

don't make sense

and it don't have to make no sense to you at all

'cause this is my interpretation

yeah

yeah

yeah