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 or for you to realize
The things we left unsaid
Are only taking 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