"Not The Doctor" lyrics
(originally by Alanis Morissette)
(from "Mile End Kicks" soundtrack)
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 9 to 5, and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well, I already know that you'll 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'm not the—, oh
I don't want to be the sweeper of the egg shells that you walk upon, and
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
Visiting hours are 9 to 5, and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well, I already know that you'll 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'm not the—, oh
I don't want to live on someday when my motto is last week
And I, 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 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'm not the—, oh
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 9 to 5, and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well, I already know that you'll 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'm not the—, oh
I don't want to be the sweeper of the egg shells that you walk upon, and
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
Visiting hours are 9 to 5, and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well, I already know that you'll 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'm not the—, oh
I don't want to live on someday when my motto is last week
And I, 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 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'm not the—, oh
