But I'm Your Best Customer Letra

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)