Is This Bad

I'm driving back from your show If this was bad for me, wouldn't I know? My stomach talks to me, it tells me no Is this bad for me? You think I'd know I'm covering for myself But I don't really understand it, I'm lost as hell When I'm vulnerable I'll let you know But right now, I'm just wondering "is this bad for me?" Really don't know I've been waiting for the small things, but I can't believe them 'cause you tell me no I've been counting every detail, wondering when the lights are gonna come back on Sleeping, waking up, and keeping this shit up, I never really understand Never really understand