Not the doctor
E
A
1.
I don't want to be the filler if the void is solely yours,
E
I
don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey,
A
hidden in the bottom drawer.
E
A
I
don't want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine,
E - A
lend me some fresh air.
E
A
I
don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to you,
E
A
I
don't want to be your baby sitter, you're a very big boy now.
E
I
don't want to be your mother,
A
I
didn't carry you in my womb for nine months,
E - A
show me the back door.
C
D E
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6, well I,
C D E
already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and, oh,
C D E
mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom,
f#m D - E
you see, it's too much to
ask for, and I am not the doctor.
E
A
2. I
don't want to be the sweeper of the eggshells that you up walk upon,
E
A
I
don't want to be your other half, I believe that 1 and 1 make 2.
E
I
don't want to be your food or the light from the fridge
A E - A
on
your face at midnight, hey, what
are you hungry for.
E
A
I
don't want to be the glue that holds your pieces together,
E
I
don't want to be your idol, see this pedestal is high
A
and
I'm afraid of heights.
E
A
I
don't want to be lived through, a vicarious occasion,
E - A
please
open the window ! + CHORUS
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A
1. I don't want to live on some day when my motto is last week, and I,
E
I
don't want to be responsible for your fractured heart,
A
and
its wounded beat.
E
A
I
don't want to be a substitute for the smoke you've been inhaling.
E
A
What do you thank me? What do you thank me for ?
+ CHORUS +
E
(Alanis Morissette)