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