Not The Doctor - Live at London’s O2 Shepherd’s Bush Empire, 2020

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 wanna be a bandage if the wound is not mine
Lend me some fresh air

And I don't wanna be adored for what I merely represent to you, and
I don't wanna be your babysitter, you're a very big boy now
And 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 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
No
I am not the
No

And I don't wanna be the sweeper of
the egg shells that you walk upon, and
I don't wanna be your other half,
I believe that one and one make two, and
I don't wanna be your food or the light
from the fridge on your face at midnight, hey
What are you hungry for?

And I don't wanna be the glue that holds your pieces together
And I don't wanna be your idol
See, this pedestal is high and I'm afraid of heights
And I don't wanna 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, oh
I am not the
No

And I don't wanna live on someday 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, 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, oh
I am not the
No



Credits
Writer(s): Glen Ballard, Alanis Nadine Morissette
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