The Night Josh Tillman Listened to My Song

Josh, do you like my song?
Yeah, I knew you'd hate it all along
One of these nights, you'll be wasted in vain
And you'll broaden your thought life to Google your name
And you'll see that I wrote you in spite of my shame

Josh, Josh, don't say anything

Oh wow, you are terrifying
Mouth in your ear, I can't breathe
Crippling resentment towards your beliefs
Yours is the vice with which I punish me
Humor me, I need a little relief

Josh, Josh

You're done with your tea
You put it on the floor
You're making fun of me
I hear you through the door
Well, if I wanted your opinion, I would have written you a song

This one's for me, Josh
This one's for me, Josh

Do you like me?
Never mind, don't tell me
So many hours extracting your prose
From the balladry hairball that's lodged in my throat
If you open your mouth, I am gonna explode

Josh, Josh, I know you don't