...my favourite singer

alanis morissette

classe '74

genere: rock/alternative rock

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

i don't wanna be the 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

i don't wanna be your babysitter you're a very big boy now

i don't wanna be you 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 half past six

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'm not the doctor

i don't wanna be the sweeper of the eggshells that you walk upon

i don't wanna be your other half i believe that 1 and 1 make 2

i don't wanna be your food or the light from the fridge on your face at midnight

hey what are you hungry for

i don't wanna be the glue that holds your pieces together

i don't wanna 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

i don't wanna live on someday when my motto is last week

i don't wanna be responsible for your fractured heart and its wounded beat

i don't wanna be a substitute for the smoke you've been inhaling

what do you thank me

what do you thank me for