you talk about life, you talk about death
and everythin' in between - like it's nothin'
and the words are easy
you talk about me and you talk about you
and everythin' i do
like it's somethin' that needs repeatin'
i don't need an alibi or for you to realize
the things we left unsaid are only takin' space up in our head
make it my fault, win the game
point the finger, place the blame
it does 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 [bad word] 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 at all
... 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...