It's been two years eight months and a day
Walking around in New York in the rain
And right now 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
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
You're here in my mind
Close my eyes
You're here for awhile
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
It still hurts like hell
It still hurts like hell
It still hurts like hell
