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I don't wanna be the filler if the void is solely yours
I don't wanna be your glass of single malt whiskey
Hidden in the bottom drawer
And I don't wanna be a bandage if the wound is not mine
Lend me some fresh air
I don't wanna be adored for what I merely represent to you
I don't wanna be your babysitter
You're a very big boy now
I don't wanna 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'd 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 wanna be the sweeper of the eggshells that you walk upon
I don't wanna be your other half I believe that one and one make two
I don't wanna be your food or the light
From the fridge on your face at midnight
Hey, what are you hungry for?
I don't wanna be the glue that holds your pieces together
I don't wanna be your idol
See this pedestal is high and I'm afraid of heights
I don't wanna 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'd 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 wanna live on someday when my motto is last week and I
I don't wanna be responsible for
Your fractured heart and its wounded beat
I don't wanna be a substitute for the smoke you've 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 you'd 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
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