Is it wondering if you can do any of this anymore? Isn’t it someone who’s not into bands? Or sleeping on the floor? Is it ’cause all of the things I fear? Is it whiskey? Is it maybe why you & I find stop? Is it all in your head? Is it the scream? Is it the night when you’e not gonna fall in love? Is it all the drinks you pour? Is it the shout? There’s nothing there at all. Is it wondering when someone will call your bluff? Is it too much working, and not enough? Is it the night when you’ve had enough? Is it a feeling as stupid as feeling small? Is it sleeping in the bed? Is it wondering who will be next to bail you out? Doesn’t it whether they still understand?