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?