Because it sounds like it was written for my situation:

'Warwick Avenue' by Duffy

When I get to Warwick Avenue
Meet me by the entrance of the tube.
We can talk things over, a little time
Promise me you won't step outta line.

When I get to Warwick Avenue
Please drop the past and be true.
Don't think we're okay, just because I'm here
You hurt me bad, but I won't shed a tear.

I'm leaving you for the last time baby.
You think you're loving but you don't love me.
I've been confused outta’ my mind lately.
You think you're loving but I want to be free.
Baby you've hurt me.

When I get to Warwick Avenue
We'll spend an hour, but no more than two.
Our only chance to speak, once more
I showed you the answers, now here's the door.

When I get to Warwick Avenue
I'll tell you baby, that we're through.

All the days spent together, I wished for better,
But I didn't want the train to come.
Now it's departed,
I'm broken hearted, seems like we never started.
All the days spent together, when I wished for better,
And I didn't want the train to come

You think you're loving but you don't love me.
I want to be free, baby you've hurt me.
You don't love me,
I want to be free,
Baby you've hurt me.