But I'm Your Best Customer Lyrics

Legs crossed on the carpet
In the presence of where you left me
With the (?) blue glow from the TV
And my glasses are so filthy
I can barely see what's in front of me

And the heater's broke in my room
And the bathroom tile has got my legs bruised
From the nights I sit
All these nights I spit out my insides
And sink in my eyes, oh, oh

So I walked to his door
Though he knows I'm dirt poor
Said, "Doctor, can you prescribe me something more?
Doctor, can you prescribe me something more?"

So I walked to his door
Though he knows I'm dirt poor
Said, "Doctor, can you prescribe me something more?
Doctor, can you prescribe me something more?"

So let me paint a picture of my place
Since the last time that I've seen your face
I stay up with lights off
'Til the white turns red and my lungs just stop

And I don't sleep, slow my heart beat
Every weekend, no, few times a week
Can't blame you, but I want to

So I walked to his door
Though he knows I'm dirt poor
Said, "Doctor, can you prescribe me something more?
Doctor, can you prescribe me something more?"

So I walked to his door
Though he knows I'm dirt poor
Said, "Doctor, can you prescribe me something more?
Doctor, can you prescribe me something more?"

Yeah, I spend more time on my knees
Than a slutty girl or a pious priest
And I'm done depending on my broken feet
Slowed down heart and its off time beat

So I walked to his door
Though he knows I'm dirt poor
Said, "Doctor, can you prescribe me something more?
Doctor, can you prescribe me something more?"

(Spanish gibberish)