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