Me >> Myself << MyWorld

I dont want to be the filler if the void is solely yours

I dont want to be your glass of single malt whiskey

Hidden in the bottom drawer

I dont want to be the bandage if the wound is not mine

Lend me some fresh air

I dont want to be adored for what I merely represent to you

I dont want to be to be your babysitter

Youre a very big boy now

I dont want to be you mother

I didnt 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 half past six

Well I already know that youd find some way to sneak me in and oh

Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom

You see its too much to ask for and Im not the doctor



I dont want to be the sweeper of the eggshells that you walk upon

I dont want to be your other half I believe that 1 and 1 make 2

I dont want to be your food or the light from the fridge

On your face at midnight

Hey what are you hungry for

I dont want to be the glue that holds your pieces together

I dont want to be your idol

See this pedestal is high and Im afraid of heights

I dont want to be lived through

A vicarious occasion

Please open the window



(repeat chorus)



I dont want to live on someday when my motto is last week

I dont want to be responsible for your fractured heart

And its wounded beat

I dont want to be a substitute for the smoke youve been inhaling

What do you thank me

What do you thank me for