אין גירסה קלה
הצג גם אקורדים
| Bass Verse: |
| 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 your baby sitter |
| 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 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 |
| I don't want to be the sweeper of the |
| eggshells that you up 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 next 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 |
| Bridge: |
| x4 |
| Repeat chorus |
