Texty: Wombats. Guide to Love Loss & Desperation. 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 new
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 show time
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