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

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