Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wrabel
Performer
Sadie Jean
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wrabel
Songwriter
Scott Harris
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stint
Producer
Anthony Dolhai
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Engineer
Lyrics
It's been two years, eight months, and a day
Walkin' round in New York in the rain
And right now I'm a walkin' cliche
It's been two years, eight months, nothin'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 ya 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, nothin's changed
I'm out here trynna love somebody
I tell myself I'm doing well
But everytime 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
You're here in my mind
I close my eyes
And you're here for awhile
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
Hurts like, hurts like hell
Hurts like, hurts like hell
Hurts like, hurts like hell
Hurts like hell, hurts like hell
Writer(s): Stephen Samuel Wrabel, Scott Harris
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