It's been two years, eight months, and a day Walking round in New York in the rain And right now I'm a walking cliche 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 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 cliche 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 Close my eyes You're here in my mind Close my eyes 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 It still hurts like hell It still hurts like hell It still hurts like hell