My keyboard's like my heart It shines in RGB and it's full of blood I don't know what is wrong with me But I'm scared, pissed off and lonely I have trouble speaking to women Unless they're 2D or high definition Spend all my time on social media This is the state that I'm in My Twitter feed's like my brain 'Cause I have it on dark mode Memorise everything she says So I can use it to guess her passcode She's beauty, she's grace She has a profile picture of her gorgeous face To try and get more sponsors To try and get more sponsors But why don't you care? I have spent the past ten years of my life Making you prepared You're political enough but not contrary Sexual enough but not enough to scare me Give me a reason not to be on my knees The internet has ruined me Look, I know I must sound insane But that's part of the package If she can't handle me at my worst She don't deserve my mental baggage I know you want six foot four But one foot more and I'd almost be tall enough To reach the high shelf, be your incel I think I might be a threat to myself A threat to myself But why does she run? When I'm monthly giving her 50 percent of my income It feels like my ideas of affection Are based around artificial perfection I just want to appease The internet has ruined me We used to sleep on call together We used to sleep on call together We used to sleep on call together We used to sleep on call together We used to sleep on call together We used to sleep on call together We used to sleep on call together We used to sleep (together)
