Artist: odds
Song: what i don't want
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?
