All Sucked Up

"So, what do you thank me for?"

I am now literally sick after months of abusive pal-ship.
So tired of washing other people's laundry and doing the course of martyrdom.
Got totally exhausted trying to upstage all the patron of friendships where even the man's bestfriend bits the hand of his master.
Used and abused.
And worst,
even offered myself to sustain the existence of these parasites.
Now, what else do you want from me?

T's just an entry to my current favorite song.
Hope you'll like it,
it's YOU in it.

I dont want to be the filler if the void is solely yours
I dont want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
Hidden in the bottom drawer
I dont want to be the bandage if the wound is not mine
Lend me some fresh air
I dont want to be adored for what I merely represent to you
I dont want to be to be your babysitter
Youre a very big boy now
I dont want to be your mother
I didnt carry you in my womb for nine months
Show me the back door

(chorus)
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at half past six
Well I already know that youd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see its too much to ask for and Im not the doctor

I dont want to be the sweeper of the eggshells that you walk upon
I dont want to be your other half I believe that 1 and 1 make 2
I dont want to be your food or the light from the fridge
On your face at midnight
Hey what are you hungry for
I dont want to be the glue that holds your pieces together
I dont want to be your idol
See this pedestal is high and Im afraid of heights
I dont want to be lived through
A vicarious occasion
Please open the window

(repeat chorus)

I dont want to live on someday when my motto is last week
I dont want to be responsible for your fractured heart
And its wounded beat
I dont want to be a substitute for the smoke youve been inhaling
What do you thank me
What do you thank me for

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