Texty: The Wombats. Here Comes The Anxiety.

I'd say that this is darkest song I ever wrote.
No hint of a smile,
or the usual quirky anecdotes.
No, this is a song about someone knew what not to say,
what not to do,
so now,
I think I'll just be honest.

I hope that no one ever leaves,
'cause I don't wanna be alone with me,
not with the things that rush up and down this symphonous smile.

Here comes the love anxiety,
can't let it grab a hold of me,
not after last time.

Why'd you have to wear skirts and heels like that?
She's blinding anyway but now she's floodlighting up the match.

Well it's 20 minutes 'til showtime,
but the backstage is the stage tonight,
so now,
I think I'll just be honest.

I hope that no one ever leaves,
'cause I don't wanna be alone with me,
not with the things that rush up and down this symphonous smile.

Here comes the love anxiety,
can't let it grab a hold of me,
not like the last time.

Here comes the love anxiety,
it's gonna grab a hold of me,
just like the last time