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 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

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 and 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
You're here in my mind
I 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

Copyright: CYPMP
Writer(s): Stephen Wrabel