I don't wanna be the filler if the void is solely yours
And I don't wanna share the secrets
That we've hidden well in our bottom drawer
And I don't wanna be the bandage if the wound is not mine
Show me the back door
I don't wanna be resented when I'm just trying to provide for you
And I don't wanna be berated for simply doing my best to reach you
I don't wanna be controlling I just want our life to be normal again
What do you take me
What do you take me for
Visiting hours are nine to five
And if I show up at ten past six well I
I guarantee that there will be no way she lets me in at all
Mind the awkward silence with our backs toward each other
You see it's too much to ask for
And I am not the doctor
Hello, I am the doctor,
But you can call me Claire. Are you ready to open your hearts?
No
I'm not the— urgh