It's been two years and 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 and eight months and nothing's changed

And I'm out here trying to love somebody

And 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 and eight months and nothing's changed

And I'm out here trying to love somebody

And I tell myself I'm doing well

But every time I think about you

It still hurts like hell

And 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

And I'm out here trying to love somebody

And 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

It still hurts like hell

It still hurts like hell