Not the Doctor
I don't want to be the filler if the void is solely yoursI don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskeyHidden in the bottom drawerI don't want to be the bandage if the wound is not mineLend me some fresh airI don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to youI don't want to be your babysitterYou're a very big boy nowI don't want to be your motherI didn't carry you in my womb for nine monthsShow me the back door
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at ten past sixWell I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and ohMind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottomYou see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor
I don't want to be the sweeper of the eggshells that you walk uponI don't want to be your other half I believe that 1 and 1 make 2I don't want to be your food or the light from the fridge on your face at midnightHey what are you hungry forI don't want to be the glue that holds your pieces togetherI don't want to be your idolSee this pedestal is high and I'm afraid of heightsI don't want to be lived throughA vicarious occasionPlease open the window
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at ten past sixWell I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and ohMind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottomYou 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 weekI don't want to be responsible for your fractured heart and its wounded beatI don't want to be a substitute for the smoke you've been inhalingWhat do you thank meWhat do you thank me for
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at ten past sixWell I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and ohMind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottomYou see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor