The Odds - What I Dont Want

What I Dont Want

Everythings a mess I sleep but dont undress
drinking all but the Tia Maria
I never finished any of those
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 dont want
I really know what I dont want
I dont really really know what I want, do I ?
Another black shirt wont show the dirt
I could wash but I dont even bother
Some piece of trite trash trumpets out the radio
but I dont turn it off
I need to loathe its creation
Comtempt is my one contemplation
cause I know what I dont want
I really know what I dont want
I dont really really know what I want, do I ?
Red in the face from the air in this place
I ts close so I open a 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 dont want
I really know what I dont want
I dont really really know what I want, do I ?
I know what I dont want
I really know what I dont want
I dont really really know what I want, do I ?