I don't want to be
the filler if the void
is solely yours
I don't want to be
your glass of
single malt whiskey
hidden in the
bottom drawer and
I don't want to be
a bandage if the wound
is not mine
Lend me some
fresh air...
I don't want to be
adored for what I
merely represent
to you
I don't want to
be your babysitter
you're a very
big boy now
I don't want to
be your mother
I didn't carry you
in my womb
for nine months
Show me the back door
Visiting hours are 9 to 5
and if I show up
at 10 past 6
well I
Already know that
you'll find some way
to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle
with the holes
along the bottom
you see it's
Too much to ask for and I
am not the doctor
I don't want to be
the sweeper of
the egg shells
that you walk upon and
I don't want to be
your other half
I believe that
1 and 1 make 2
I don't want to be
your food or the light
from the fridge
on your face
at midnight, hey
What are you hungry for?
I don't want to be
the glue that holds
your pieces together
I don't want to be
your idol
see this pedestal is high
and I'm afraid of heights
I don't want to be
lived through
a vicarious occasion
please open the window
Visiting hours are 9 to 5
and if I show up
at 10 past 6
well I
Already know that
you'll find some way
to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle
with the holes
along the bottom
you see it's
Too much to ask for
and I am not the doctor
I don't want to live on
someday when my motto
is last week and I
I don't want to be
responsible for your
fractured heart
and it's wounded beat and
I don't want to be
a substitute for the smoke
you've been inhaling well
what do you thank me
What do you
thank me for?
Visiting hours are 9 to 5
and if I show up
at 10 past 6
well I
Already know that
you'll find some way
to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle
with the holes
along the bottom
you see it's
Too much to ask for
and I am not the doctor