Everything's a mess
I sleep but don't 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 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
Comtempt 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 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 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?
What I Don't Want Video (MV)
Performed By: The Odds
Length: 3:08
Written by: CRAIG WILLIAM ANDREW NORTHEY, DOUG ELLIOT, PAUL BRENNAN, STEVEN DRAKE
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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 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 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
Comtempt 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 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 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?
I sleep but don't 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 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
Comtempt 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 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 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?
Writer: CRAIG WILLIAM ANDREW NORTHEY, DOUG ELLIOT, PAUL BRENNAN, STEVEN DRAKE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC