Wilbur Soot – Internet Ruined Me (Guitar)

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[Intro: Chevy] F#m E D A D A D Bm
F#m    E D     A
Hmm-mmm, mmm-mmm

D     A  D    Bm
Hmm-mmm, mmm-mmm

F#m    E D     A
Hmm-mmm, mmm-mmm

D     A  D    Bm
Hmm-mmm, mmm-mmm
[Verse 1: Wilbur Soot]
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 (horny)

                            A
I have trouble speaking to women

                            D
Unless they're 2D or high definition

                             A
Spend all my time on social media

            Bm                D
This is the state that I'm in
A D A [Verse 2: Wilbur Soot]
D                           A     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: Wilbur Soot, Chevy]
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*                   A*
You're political enough 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

 E                        E*
The internet has ruined me

F#m    E D     A
Hmm-mmm, mmm-mmm

D     A  D    Bm
Hmm-mmm, mmm-mmm
[Verse 3: Wilbur Soot]
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        A
I think I might be a threat to myself

              D
A threat to myself
[Interlude] A Bm A [Chorus: Wilbur Soot, Chevy]
Bm*  A*             D
But why does she run?

          Bm*               A*               D
When I'm monthly giving her fifty percent of my income

    Bm            A
It feels like my ideas of affection

    D
Are based around artificial perfection

Bm        A            D
I just want to appease

   E*                   
The internet has ruined me

F#m    E D     A
Hmm-mmm, mmm-mmm

D     A  D    Bm
Hmm-mmm, mmm-mmm

F#m    E D     A
Hmm-mmm, mmm-mmm

D     A  D    Bm
Hmm-mmm, mmm-mmm
[Outro: Wilbur Soot & Chevy]
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