Till My Head Falls Off

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 yourselfAnd I'm not done
And I won't be till my head falls offHitting 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 sinkAnd when I lean my head against the frosted shower stall
I see stuff through the glass that I don't recognize at allAnd I'm not done
And I won't be till my head falls off
Though it may not be a long way offI'm not done talking yet
I'm not done talking yetAnd when I lean my head against the frosted shower stall
I see a broken figure silhouetted on the wallAnd 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