Bowler's Run

The walls are closing in And I've been thrown in the deep end But I never learned to swim And I've been chased by ghosts of Angry, empty wine bottles again Praying she's not behind closed doors Making love to other men And I've been running circles around Your apartment late at night After the worst year of my life I found The fire was worth the fight And I could change my name Just for the chance at a conversation with you And it ain't love, no it ain't love Just something somewhat less sincere Like a horrible, gut-wrenching feeling To see her smiling ear-to-ear And I find myself, talking to myself Trying to find the best way out And I've been running circles around Your apartment late at night After the worst year of my life I found The fire is worth the fight But I would change my name just for the chance Of another conversation with you Just my luck It ends up here and I alone I'm staring at her ceiling while she's staring at her phone And as the hour-glass tips over I realise my chances are growing slim 'Cos despite all my best efforts She'll be going home with him And I've been running circles around Your apartment late at night After the worst year of my life I found The fire it was worth the fight But I would never do anything that You wanted anymore 'Cos after all this time you're a Horrible person