sad as me

Gas station breakfast at 6 am It tastes fine when you're a nomad these days The streets smell foul Crushed cans, crushed souls No one smiles At me anymore I've made friends With some tourists They don't look down They aren't amused At a stranger who looks as sad as me Who looks as sad as me Who looks as sad as me Breaking Bad on the tv It's another friday night Wanna come hang with A friend who looks sad as me? Who looks sad as me? Who looks sad as me? Tell me what you don't care about Tell me Tell what you don't care about at all