the coffee sits between my knees
heating them up as i write to you
the sun is bright, present, shiny
the train is moving as trains do,

and it’s hard being the one who loves the other more, who 
loves the other more
yeah it’s hard being the one who loves the other more, 
who loves the other more

where are the dots on noel she asks
i’m not sure but i try to sound confident
when i tell her in my sweetest voice
on the e the one next to the o,

and it’s hard being the one who loves the other more, who 
loves the other more
yes it’s hard being the one who loves the other more, who 
loves the other more

and we only have 6 minutes left
and we only have 6 minutes left
and we only have 6 minutes left

and it’s always hard being the one who loves the other 
more, who loves the other more
yes it’s hard being the one who loves the other more, who 
loves the other more