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
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