There were 87 advil in the bottle now there’s 30 leftI ate 47 so what happened to the other 10? Why do you suspiciously change the subject and break my concentrationAs I dump the bottle out and I count the advil up again? Don’t interrupt me as I struggle to complete this thoughtHave some respect for someone more forgetful than yourselfAnd I’m not doneAnd I won’t be till my head falls offHitting every pocket on my shirt, pants and overcoatAnd I’m hitting them again but I don’t know where I put my notesClearing my throat, and gripping the lectern I smile and face my audienceClearing his throat and smiling with his hands on the bathroom sinkAnd when I lean my head against the frosted shower stallI see stuff through the glass that I don’t recognize at allAnd I’m not doneAnd I won’t be till my head falls offThough it may not be a long way offI’m not done talking yetI’m not done talking yetAnd when I lean my head against the frosted shower stallI see a broken figure silhouetted on the wallAnd I’m not doneAnd I won’t be till my head falls offThough it may not be a long way offI won’t be done until my head falls off
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