There were eighty-seven Advil in the bottle, now there's thirty left I ate forty-seven so what happened to other ten? 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 Feeling every pocket on my shirt that's an over coat I'm feeling 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 it's hand 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
