you were on itunes at age sixteen

(album: don't call on me - 2015)

A little voice that I haven't shared I'll not pretend
To care if you take [?] at the end
The present's [?] of a way to [?] make a swoon
Could never affect the effortlessness of the tune

But I still hate you
But only the way when I [?]
Where I'll lovingly call you a fucking douchebag
And I thought that someone as cool had never focused on me
Your expertise, it clouds my vision
Turns everything green
You were on iTunes at age sixteen

At this point in time, I'd rather live as you than me
You play countless instruments, but I play only three
So now that my hope to be as good as you is long gone
Can you at least come and play a show across the pond

I'd buy a ticket and possibly wait with the crowd at the end
Standing by the stage doors just to become your friend
And if I could be 1% as stellar as you, I'd be set
I bought your stuff instead of stealing from the internet
And so these purchases won't be ones I regret

Now I've heard your music and I'm not sure it's fair how
You're conventionally attractive while [?] cows
I guess that you're great at everything from what I've seen
If that makes you king [?] queen
Rub your talent on me

And that sounds like I'm showing a sexual preference
No, I can assure you it's a Sponge Bob reference
But I still despise you, I still want to kill you
You see, although I love your music
All your albums, your EPs
You were on iTunes at age sixteen