You talk about life and talk about death and everything in between like it's nothingand the words are easy. You talk about me and talk about you and everything I do like it'ssomething that needs repeating. I don't need an alibi all for you to realize the things we leftunsaid are only taking space up in our heads making my fault win the game point the fingerplace the blame and curse me up and down doesn't matter now because I don't care if I ever talk toyou again this is not aboutemotion I don't need a reason not to care what you say or what happened in the end this is myinterpretation and it all don't make sensethe first two weeks turn into ten I hold my breath and wonder when it'll happenit doesn't really matter if half of what you said is true and half of what I didn't do could bedifferent I wouldn't make it better if we forget the things we know would we have somewhere to gothe only way is down I can see that now because I don't care if I ever talk to you again this isnot about emotionI don't need a reason not to care what you say or what happened in the end this is my interpretationand it all don't make senseand it all not to make no sense to you at all because this is my interpretationyeahyeahYeah, yeah