Till My Head Falls Off

There were eighty-seven Advil in the bottle, now there's thirty left

I ate forty-seven, so what happened to the 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 of my shirt, pants, and overcoat

And I'm feeling them again, but I don't know where I put my notes

Clearing my throat and gripping the lectern

And smiling, 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

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