I asked Tim to book a show I was hoping that he knows That he's my new dad now, so I won't have to say it out loud He works there to pay the rent He doesn't care about my band It's all that emo shit, he says we'll all just cut our wrists We'll end up bleeding on the bar And then he'll have to clean it up Tim I know your job is tough But I'm your bar son show some love I'm your bar son show some love We're not as punk as you'd prefer We're not as cool as Circle Jerks But if you'd help me spread the word You'll get the tips that you deserve You'll get the tips that you deserve You told her to go alone I was crying on the phone I got a new band now, and I dare you to count us out While you were working on yourself I was looking for some shelter and a little help A little help While you were picking at my bones I found somewhere to call my home To call home I asked Tim to book a show I was hoping that he knows That he's my new dad now, so I don't have to say it out loud He works there to pay the rent He doesn't care about my band It's all that emo shit, he says we'll all just cut our wrists He says we'll all just cut our wrists