Crawl and I sleep I can stand, I am tall No surprise in my thought I am poised, I am strong There's no movement at all In my loins, in my calves I am lost I am flawed, I am scarred I'm a flake, I'm a fraud But my self hate is bland There's no progress in that Leave that book on its shelf When I lay down to sleep Things that bother me keep Showing up in my dreams