I asked him to book a show, I was hoping that he'd know 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 floor, and then he'll have to clean it up Tim, I know your job is tough, but I'm your boy, so show some love I'm your boy, so show some love We're not as punk as you'd prefer, we're not as cool as your gold 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 phones I found somewhere to call my home To call home I asked him to book a show, I was hoping that he'd know He knows that he's my new dad now, so I won't have to say it out loud He works there and pays 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 He says we'll all just cut our wrists