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 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
Chorus
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and I show up at 10 past 6 Well I already know that you find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom you see 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 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 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 live 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
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