One of them was crazy and the other just a little insane
Playing with my heart, fuck they slowly tore apart my brains
But love's a funny thing, gets you chasing all the same old same
It's the same old story, nothing much remains
A small town boy chasing big city lights
Now those big city girls, they don't shine so bright
Polluted by signs that saturate the night
Oh Allison, you're out of sight
Well Allison, are you alright?
One of them was hot and the other just a little bit cold
My stomach tied in knots, it seems that I forgot how it goes
Still love's a tragic thing, makes you question everything you've been told
Too much to handle, you won't ever know