Anxiety Central Lyrics

Why do I always do it to myself

Not a shred of self-respect and horrific health

4 grams and 16 beers deep

I just wanna make you smile, I'm not a creep

Will I ever escape the black hole of fate?

I'm not tryna shag you, I just think you're mint, mate

Only last night I was a raconteur

Now I wake into shame and haze of hangover

I meant every single last word

But I still wish my mother had never given birth

And I know it might be a stretch to believe

But I thought the world's greatest genius was me

First stop this morning is anxiety central

In the wake of all the stupid texts I sent you

I profess my undying love

Said lets start a band, call it the Sound Cunts Club

You don't have to reply or even read

Just tell me that you don't hate me

First stop this morning is anxiety central

In the wake of all the stupid texts I sent you

I profess my undying love

Said lets start a band, call it the Sound Cunts Club

You don't have to reply or even read

Just tell me that you don't hate me