Father John Misty – The Night Josh Tillman Came to Our Apt. Lyrics

Father John Misty – The Night Josh Tillman Came to Our Apt. Lyrics

The Night Josh Tillman Came to Our Apt. Lyrics by Father John Misty

“The Night Josh Tillman Came to Our Apt.” is the fourth track on I Love You, Honeybear. It plays as an odious ode to a lover — presumably not his “honeybear” — and recounts the numerous peccant behaviors she blithely exhibited during their undoubtedly brief time together.

The third-person perspective of the title is reminiscent of the way people magnify social encounters with anyone who has experienced any degree of fame, and sleeping with a celebrity — no matter how obscure — often warrants a frequently-repeated tale; by writing a song about it, you’d think that Tillman is encouraging such behaviour.

But, in true Father John Misty fashion, he’s not about to let this girl get off easy; he does nothing else but insult her, so if she does keep using this story as social capital, she runs the risk of having her flaws exposed. She’s trapped into either dropping the name-dropping or acknowledging her vapidity/general social incompetence. FJM punk’d her like Ashton never could.

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Bridge]
Oh my God, I swear this never happens
Lately, I can’t stop the wheels from spinnin’
I feel so unconvincin’
When I fumble with your buttons

[Verse 3]
She blames her excess on my influence
But gladly hoovers all my drugs
I found her naked with her 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