The Night Josh Tillman Came To Our Apt.

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Oh, I just love the kind of woman who can walk over a man I mean like a goddamn marching band She says, like literally, music is the air she breathes And the malaprops make me want to fucking scream I wonder if she even knows what that word means Well, it's literally not that Of the few main things I hate about her, one's her petty, vogue ideas Someone's been told too many times they're beyond their years By every half-wit of distinction she keeps around And now every insufferable convo Features her patiently explaining the cosmos Of which she's in the middle Oh my God, I swear this never happens Lately, I can't stop the wheels from spinning I feel so unconvincing And I fumbled with the buttons She blames her excess on my influence but gladly Hoovers all my drugs I found her naked with the best friend in the tub We sang "Silent Night" in three parts which was fun Till she said that she sounds just like Sarah Vaughan I hate that soulful affectation white girls put on Why don't you move to the Delta? I obliged later on when you begged me to choke ya