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