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
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
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
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
