My Interpretation piano leadsheet with chords

You talk about life, you, talk about death and ev'rything in between der when like it's nothin',

It and the words are easy.

You talk about me, and talk about you and ev'rything I do do like it's somethin'

that it needs repeating.

If I don't need an alibi,

or 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 and cuss 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 a two weeks turn in ato ten;

I hold 'ry my breath and won der when like it's happen.

It doesn't really matter.

If half a of what you said a is true and half of what I didn't do could be diff'rent,

would it make it better?

If we forget the things we know,

would we have somewhere to go?

The only way is down;

only taking space up in our heads.

Make it my fault, win the game;

point the finger, place the blame and cuss me up and down.

It 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.

The sense.

It's really not

such a sad day if I,

if I never 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.