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

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 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'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




Beautiful. I love Alanis Morissette songs for the reason that they are so un-radio-friendly. Lovely. It's not the usual common thing you would hear on the radio. It's one of those songs that plays on the radio and you smile. Because some quirky programmer must have messed with the playlist. Hah!

Aaron Pinto used to be that way. I wonder what's been happening to him?

This song came on air. I don't know what station we were tuned in this morning. But it is really crazy and crappy. I hate stations that talk and talk and talk. Only I do that. Not these bozos on air. Anyway... This is one un-radio-friendly song. The usual would be Ironic, Hands In My Pocket, Head Over Feet and You Learn. From JLP album. Every other album doesn't make it that good. Maybe Thank You from SPIJ get played about once a month.

That's the beauty of Alanis Morissette. I. Get. It.