Bass Verse: |
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 your baby sitter |
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 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 want to be the sweeper of the |
eggshells that you up 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 be lived through |
A vicarious occasion, please |
open the window |
Repeat chorus |
I don't want to live on someday |
when my motto is next 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 |
Bridge: |
x4 |
Repeat chorus |