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
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 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