The Night Josh Tillman Came to Our Apt. Songtext
von Father John Misty

Oh, I just love the kind of woman who can walk over a man
And I mean like a god damn 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 spinnin′
I feel so unconvincin'
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
′Til 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