Color in the lines

So there's this thing called melody
It's got a friend called harmony
And they've been slaughtered by the hoards
Of riffs and beats and washed out chords

I hoped by now you'd have some more
Than minor one and minor four
'Cus those two chords just on and on
Tell me when you've got a song

I'd never write a thing for you
'Cus then you'd have to paint it too
And I can trace it out just fine
But you can't color in the lines

No you can't color in well

I didn't like your song it all
(I hate my dad/I'm sorry I'm not perfect/It's the destiny of fate)
I added a chorus, I made somethings resolve
And now it's better, I did all I could
Now you tell me, well see that song was good

Just don't expect me to smile with glee
That all the notes are in one key
I'll play along and keep my mouth shut
But I won't tell you it doesn't suck

I'd never write a thing for you
'Cus then you'd have to paint it too
And I can trace it out just fine
But you can't color in the lines
The constant noise that's in the song
It doesn't really turn me on
You know it takes a little more
I'd never buy this in a store