Lyric 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 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