Internet Ruined Me Chords & Tabs

by Wilbur Soot

[Version Description]
Strumming Patterns:
Intro/Chorus:
BPM: 160
Denominator: 8
Triplet: No
Measures: [1, 202, 1, 202, 1, 101, 1, 101, 202, 101, 202, 101, 202, 101, 1, 101]

[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