Internet Ruined Me Tabulatur von Wilbur Soot

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[verse 1]
D                       A
My keyboard's like my heart
                          D
It shines in RGB and it's full of blood
                      A    
I don't know what is wrong with me
                                D
But I'm scared, pissed off and lonely
                           A
I have trouble speaking to women
                              D
Unless they're 2D or high definition
                            A
Spend all my time on social media
            Bm
This is the state that I'm in

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[verse 2]
D                         A
My Twitter feed's like my brain
                    D
'Cause I have it on dark mode
                        A
Memorise everything she says
                              D
So I can use it to guess her passcode
                    A
She's beauty, she's grace
                                 D
She has a profile picture of her gorgeous face
                    A
To try and get more sponsors
    Bm               A         Bm
To try and get more sponsors

[chorus]
A                 D
But why don't you care?
       Bm                 A        
I have spent the past ten years of my life
 D
Making you prepared
          Bm
You're political enough,
     A
But not contrary
 D
Sexual enough,

but not enough to scare me

Bm         A                    D
Give me a reason not to be on my knees
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The internet has ruined me

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[verse 3]
D                           A
Look, I know I must sound insane
                        D
But that's part of the package
                             A
If she can't handle me at my worst
                            D
She don't deserve my mental baggage
                          A
I know you want six foot four
                                    D
But one foot more and I'd almost be tall enough
                                A
To reach the high shelf, be your incel
                Bm              D
I think I might be a threat to myself
A             D     Bm
A threat to myself

[chorus]
    A            D
But why does she run?
         Bm            
When I'm monthly giving her
 A                  D
fifty percent of my income
    Bm             A  
It feels like my ideas of affection
      D              A
Are based around artificial perfection
Bm     A         D    
I just want to appease
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The internet has ruined me

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[outro]
D                           A
We used to sleep on call together
                            D
We used to sleep on call together
                            A
We used to sleep on call together
                            D
We used to sleep on call together
                            A
We used to sleep on call together
                            D
We used to sleep on call together
                            A
We used to sleep on call together
             Bm
We used to sleep-