hurts like hell

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, 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 (Probably loving somebody)

But every time I think about you

It still hurts like hell, yeah

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

It still hurts like hell

Yeah, oh-ah

Yeah

It still hurts like hell