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