Gravel Ani DiFranco

I heard the sound of your bike
As your wheels hit the gravel
Then 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

And oh, oh
Let me count the ways
That I abhor you
And you were never a good lay
And you were never a good friend
But, oh, oh, what else can I say...
I adore you