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FelinePersuasion -> God alanis morrisett's songs really put into words what I feel (12/1/2005 10:25:43 PM)
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I really like how her song lyrics corespond with what I feel...
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 feel this way about men who cheat then want me to be a secret*
I don't want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine
Also feel this way about men who cheat or people who're to screwed to function with out their "bandaid"
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
This states to me how I feel about mommies boys who let their momma control everything and not do a thing.
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
Sometimes someone wants you to fix everything be the bandaid and we can't we're not the dr or the bandaid
I don't want to be the sweeper of the egg shells that you walk upon
I don't want to have to be that. I'll be a friend be suportive but if they are always on "egg shells" about to break they need a professional not me.
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 have to hold someone together. I will stand with them help through tough things, but they have to be able to keep it together with out my always being a glue
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'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 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
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
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