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.