Everything's a mess
I sleep but don't undress
Drinking all but the Tia Maria


I never finished any of these books
Hanging open like house plants

Begging for water and a little reading
Holding that one big idea I'm needing


I know what I don't want
I really know what I don't want
I don't really, really know

What I want, do I?

Another black shirt

Won't show the dirt
I could wash but
I don't even bother


Some piece of trite trash trumpets out the radio
But I don't turn it off

I need to loathe its creation
Contempt is my one contemplation


'Cause I know what I don't want
I really know what I don't want
I don't really, really know

What I want, do I?

Red in the face from the air in this place

It's closed so I open the window
Something about heights makes a man
Start to reach for the bottom


Dull in the mind from oversleeping
I look for the things

That are really worth keeping

'Cause I know what I don't want

I really know what I don't want
I don't really, really know
What I want, do I?


I know what I don't want
I really know what I don't want

I don't really, really know
What I want, do I?