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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 houseplants 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 know what I want, do I? Another black shirt Letras de cancionesWon'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 know what I want, do I? Red in the face From the air in this place. It's close, 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 know what I want, do I? From Letras Mania