My favorite song in recent memory.
One I wish I knew about when I went through either of my two breakups.
They both (one more than the other, but both) catalyzed periods of emotional instability, but, crucially, no homicide.
Still, I imagine that anyone who has had their heart broken knows that the song I Am Coming to Paris (To Kill You) is not about going to Paris to kill somebody. It’s about something much worse.