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

Repeat chorus