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 ?
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