I think I’m allergic to my hometown,
I get this nagging headache and my face breaks out,
& the things I remember fill me with self-doubt,
I think I’m allergic to my hometown..
I think I’m allergic to my ex-girlfriend,
the way she reminds me of stupid things I said,
& the way she reminds me of my empty bed,
I think I’m allergic to my ex-girlfriend..
+++ but it goes on and on, and you can’t change history,
+++ yeah, it goes on and on, and it’s no big mystery
+++ that it goes on and on, and you can’t change history…

I think I’m allergic to the songs I write,
‘cause they make me sweat, & they keep me up at night,
I’ve tried not to scratch there, but like an insect bite,
I think I’m allergic to the songs I write..
+++ but it goes on and on, and you can’t change history,
+++ yeah, it goes on and on, and it’s no big mystery
+++ that it goes on and on, and you can’t change history..
+++ but it goes on and on, and you can’t change history,
+++ yeah, it goes on and on, and it’s no big mystery
+++ that it goes on and on, and you can’t change history…