arseniccookie

I heard the sound of your bike
As your wheels hit the gravel
And your engine in the driveway, cutting off
And I pushed through the screen door
And I stood out on the porch
Thinking fight, fight, fight, at all costs

But instead I let you in
Just like I've always done
And I sat you down and offered you a beer
And across the kitchen table
I fired several rounds
But you were still sitting there when the smoke cleared

And you came crawling back to say
That you wanna make good in the end
Oh, let me count the ways that I abhore you

And you were never a good lay

And you were never were a good friend
But oh, oh what can I say, I adore you

-Ani DiFranco, Gravel