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 and 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
But 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