Not the Doctor, Alanis Morissette

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

You see it’s too much to ask for and I am not the doctor

Brye, Lemons (demo)

I’ve tried to remain patient with your stupid shenanigans
But you’ve given me no other choice

You tried to knock me over by acting like you’re above me
And pretending that I don’t have a voice

And I don’t wanna encourage your abusive behavior
But I just can’t let you win

I’m legitimately tired of being walked all over
By these insecure babies who think that they’re men

Billie Eilish, therefore i am

Stop, what the hell are you talking about? Ha
Get my pretty name outta your mouth
We are not the same with or without
Don’t talk ’bout me like how you might know how I feel
Top of the world, but your world isn’t real
Your world’s an ideal

So, go have fun
I really couldn’t care less
And you can give ’em my best, but just know

I’m not your friend or anything, damn
You think that you’re the man
I think, therefore I am