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The Faeries' Revenge
2003-09-28 14:51:12 (UTC)

rediscovering Alanis Moressette

Still don't love most of the songs on Jagged Little Pill,
but I fished through my old CDs today and listened to a
song that has taken on a whole new meaning for me since I
first heard it. This is definately my favorite Alanis song
now:

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

I don't want to be the sweeper of the egg shells that you
walk upon
And I don't want to be your other half, I believe that 1
and 1 make 2
I don't want to be your food or the light from the fridge
on your face
At midnight, hey
What are you hungry for?
I don't want to be the glue that holds your pieces together
I don't want to 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 want to live on someday when my motto is last week
I don't want to be responsible for your fractured heart
And it's wounded beat
I don't want to be a substitute for the smoke you've been
inhaling
What do you thank me for?

Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
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 am not the doctor.


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