[Intro]
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D A D Bm 
  
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Hmm-mmm, mmm-mmm 
D     A  D    Bm 
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D     A  D    Bm 
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[Strophe]
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
[Instrumentale]
A D A
[Strophe]
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
[Refrain]
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
[Interlude]
F#m    E D     A 
Hmm-mmm, mmm-mmm 
D     A  D    Bm 
Hmm-mmm, mmm-mmm
[Strophe]
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
[Instrumentale]
A Bm A
[Refrain]
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
[Interlude]
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]
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