My ex texted me this morning to ask if she had left her Breaking Bad T-shirt at my place. She was all worried about what the fuck is about to happen to Jesse on the show. Meanwhile, I’ve been in a world of shit over here and she could give a fuck.
You love Breaking (my heart) Bad
Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?
You’re so concerned about his fate, you say.
He’s going on a dark path, you say.
It sends you into a panic, you say.
You love a fictional character on TV.
I know it’s easier for the simple fact: Unlike me, he can’t love you back.
I wish you’d worry about me, because I’m about to crack.