"Not The Doctor" by Alanis Morissette

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 to be your babysitter
       You're a very big boy now
       I don't want to be you 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 half
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'm 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 be lived 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)