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