Curveballs - The Wombats

There’s no greater sight

Than you in your underwear removing mine

And I’ve never felt this good

There’s not a news flash that could deflate my mood

Then

Oh,

his clothes on your floor

Oh,

I recognise this decor

I’ve been here before

And I can’t, I can’t keep-keeping up with these curveballs

And the more I try, the more my back’s against the wall

And I can’t, I can’t keep-keeping up with these curveballs

Curveballs

Who, when, why, how?

I tend to focus on the past and not the now

I’ll be over this soon

But some images adhere like superglue, like…

Oh, six hands in one bed

Oh, could he not afford the rent?

This feeling won’t end