I dont want to be the filler if the void is solely yours
I dont want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
Hidden in the bottom drawer
I dont want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine
Lend me some fresh air
I dont want to be adored for what I merely represent to you
I dont want to be your babysitter
Youre a very big boy now
I dont want to be your mother
I didnt 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 youd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see its too much to ask for and I am not the doctor
I dont want to be the sweeper of the egg shells that you walk upon
And I dont want to be your other half, I believe that 1 and 1 make 2
I dont want to be your food or the light from the fridge on your face
At midnight, hey
What are you hungry for
I dont want to be the glue that holds your pieces together
I dont want to be your idol
See this pedestal is high and Im afraid of heights
I dont 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 youd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see its too much to ask for and I am not the doctor
I dont want to live on someday when my motto is last week
I dont want to be responsible for your fractured heart
And its wounded beat
I dont want to be a substitute for the smoke youve been inhaling
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 youd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see its too much to ask for and I am not the doctor
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