Ani Difranco

Whos gonna give a shit
Whos gonna take the call
When you find out that the road ahead
Is painted on a wall
And youre turned up to top volume
And youre just sitting there in pause
With your feral little secret
Scratching at you with its claws
And youre trying hard to figure out
Just exactly how you feel
Before you end up parked and sobbing
Forehead on the steering wheel
Who are you now
And who were you then
That you thought somehow
You could just pretend
That you could figure it all out
The mathematics of regret
So it takes two beers to remember now
And five to forget
That I loved you so
Yeah, I loved you, so what
How many times undone