Everything's a mess nI sleep but don't undressnDrinking all but the Tia MarianI never finished any of thosenBooks, hanging open like house plantsnBegging for water and a little readingnHolding that one big idea I'm needingnnI know what I don't wantnI really know what I don't wantnI don't really, really know what I want, do I?nnAnother black shirt won't show the dirtnI could wash, but I don't even bothernSome piece of trite trash trumpets out the radionBut I don't turn it offnI need to loathe its creationnComtempt is my one contemplationnn'Cause I know what I don't wantnI really know what I don't wantnI don't really, really know what I want, do I?nnRed in the face from the air in this placenIt's close, so I open a windownSomething about heights makes a mannStart to reach for the bottomnDull in the mind from oversleepingnI look for the things that are really worth keepingnn'Cause I know what I don't wantnI really know what I don't wantnI don't really, really know what I want, do I?nI know what I don't wantnI really know what I don't wantnI don't really, really know what I want, do I?