Ookla The Mok 54 Miles
I'd love you more if you lived 54 miles away. It's not that I hate you, I just got nothing left to say. I must confess I like you less with each passing day. I couldn't ask you to leave but I'd prefer it if you wouldn't stay. I tried, you lied, denied what you thought I didn't know. You're ambivalent, I'm indifferent, I don't care if you want to go.