not the doctor þarký sözü

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

visiting hours are nine to five and if i show up at ten past six 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 (and i´m not the)

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 one and one make two
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

visiting hours are nine to five and if i show up at ten past six 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 (and i´m not the)

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
well, what do you thank me
what do you thank me for

visiting hours are nine to five and if i show up at ten past six 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 (and i´m not the)