not.the.doctor by Alanis Morissette

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 want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine. Lend me some fresh air. 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. I don't wanna be your mother, I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months. Show me the back door. Visitin' 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 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.