It's been two years, eighth months and a day
Walking 'round in New York in the rain
And right now, I'm a walking cliché
It's been two years, eighth months, nothing's changed
I'm out here trying to love somebody
I tell myself I'm doing well
But every time I think about you
Still hurts like hell
Where'd you meet? Where's he from? What's his name?
Does he touch? Does he love you the same?
And I know I'm a walking cliché
It's been two years, eight months, nothing's changed
I'm out here trying to love somebody
I tell myself I'm doing well
But every time I think about you
It still hurts like hell
By now you're probably loving somebody
By now you're probably doing well
But every time I think about you
It still hurts like hell
It still hurts like hell
It still hurts like hell
I close my eyes, and you're here in my mind
I close my eyes, and you're here for a while
I'm out here trying to love somebody
I'm out here all by myself
And every time I think about you
It still hurts like hell
By now you're probably loving somebody
By now, you're probably doing well
But every time I think about you
Oh, it still hurts like hell, yeah
Oh, it still hurts like hell, yeah
Oh, it still hurts like hell
