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 tryna 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 tryna 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
Hurts like, hurts like hell
Hurts like, hurts like hell
Hurts like, hurts like hell
Hurts like hell, hurts like hell
I close my eyes (I close my eyes), and you're here in my mind (Mm, mm)
I close my eyes (I close my eyes), and you're here for a while
I'm out here tryna 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 (Oh, yeah)
It still hurts like hell (Hell)
Hurts like, hurts like hell
Hurts like, hurts like hell
Hurts like, hurts like hell
Hurts like hell, hurts like hell