Not the Doctor

I don't wanna be the filler if the void is solely yours

I don't wanna be your glass of single malt whiskey hidden in the

bottom drawer, and

I don't want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine

Lend me some fresh air



I don't wanna be adored for what I merely represent to you

I don't wanna be your babysitter; you're a very big boy now

I don't wanna be your mother; I didn't carry you in my womb for

nine months

Show me the back door



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



(Oh

Am not the...

Oh)



I don't wanna be the sweeper of the eggshells that you walk upon, and

I don't wanna be your other half; I believe that one and one make two

I don't wanna be your food or the light from the fridge on your face

at midnight, hey

What are you hungry for?



I don't wanna be the glue that holds your pieces together

I don't wanna be your idol

See, this pedestal is high and I'm afraid of heights

I don't wanna be lived through a vicarious occasion, please

Open the window



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



(Oh

I am not the...

Oh)



I don't wanna live on some day when my motto is last week, and I

I don't wanna be responsible for your fractured heart and its wounded

beat, and

I don't wanna be a substitute for the smoke you've been inhaling, oh

What do you thank me... What do you thank me for?



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



(Oh

Am not the...

Oh)