Intro -Chevy-:
   Gbm E D A
   D A D Bm
 
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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
 
Interlude: 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
xxxual 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
 
Interlude:
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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
 
Outro:
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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
               B
We used to sleep
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