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?