Wilbur Soot - Internet Ruined Me - аккорды

[ Предположительная тональность: C ]

[Chords]
F#m: x-9-11-11-10-9
F: x79997
G: x57775
F: 577655


C#m F G F  x6

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

C#m F G F x2


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


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

C#m F G F x2


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

C#m F G F C#m


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

C#m F G F x4

C#m



   F                G
We used to sleep on call together
   F                C#m
We used to sleep on call together
   F                G
We used to sleep on call together
   F                C#m
We used to sleep on call together
   F                G
We used to sleep on call together
   F                C#m
We used to sleep on call together
   F                G
We used to sleep on call together
   F
We used to sleep