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
I don t want to be the 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 to be your baby-sitter
You re a very big boy now
I don t want to be you mother
I didn t carry you in my womb for nine months
Show me the back door
Chorus:
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at ten past six
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 m not the doctor
I don t want to be the sweeper of the eggshells that you walk upon I don t want to be your other half I believe that 1 and 1 make 2
I don t want to be you 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 you idol
See this pedestal is high and I m afraid of heights
I don t want o be lived through
A vicarious occasion
Please open the window
Repeat Chorus
I don t want to live on someday when my motto is last week
I don t want to be responsible for your fractured heart
and its wounded beat
I don t want to be a substitute for the smoke you ve been inhaling
What do you thank me
What do you thank me for
Repeat Chorus

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