Internet Ruined Me chords by Wilbur Soot

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Chords:
F#m: x-9-11-11-10-9
E: x79997
D: x57775
A: 577655

Intro:
F#m E D A  x6

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

F#m E D A x2


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


Chorus:
    E              D     A
But why don't you care?
   F#m                 E
I have spent the past ten years of my life
D              A
Making you prepared
       F#m                  E
You're political enough but not contrary
  D                     A                 F#m
Sexual enough but not enough to scare me
     E                        D
Give me a reason not to be on my knees
A
The internet has ruined me

F#m E D A x2


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

F#m E D A F#m


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

F#m E D A x4

F#m


Outro:
   E                D
We used to sleep on call together
   A                F#m
We used to sleep on call together
   E                D
We used to sleep on call together
   A                F#m
We used to sleep on call together
   E                D
We used to sleep on call together
   A                F#m
We used to sleep on call together
   E                D
We used to sleep on call together
   A
We used to sleep