You See It's Too Much To Ask For AND I Am Not The Doctor.

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!
I don't want to be the sweeper of the egg shells 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!
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 it's 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?
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6, will I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in?
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom…

Dedicated to MAB