There were 87 advil in the bottle now there's 30 left
i ate 47 so what happened to the other 10?
why do you suspiciously change the subject and break my concentration
as i dump the bottle out and i count the advil up again?
Don't interrupt me as i struggle to complete this thought
have some respect for someone more forgetful than yourself
And i'm not done
and i won't be till my head falls off
Hitting every pocket on my shirt, pants and overcoat
and i'm hitting them again but i don't know where i put my notes
clearing my throat, and gripping the lectern i smile and face my audience
clearing his throat and smiling with his hands on the bathroom sink
And when i lean my head against the frosted shower stall
i see stuff through the glass that i don't recognize at all
And i'm not done
and i won't be till my head falls off
though it may not be a long way off
I'm not done talking yet
i'm not done talking yet
And when i lean my head against the frosted shower stall
i see a broken figure silhouetted on the wall
And i'm not done
and i won't be till my head falls off
though it may not be a long way off
i won't be done until my head falls off