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
And 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
And 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 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 (yeah) 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