Internet Ruined Me - Wilbur Soot

Open the door I look you in your face, realize I don't love you no more You ask me why Reoccurring thoughts of him are there You'll never understand You You asked to be put on this level and I ignored you And now I see Human life's not too much in there So the bong is where I stare Girl, you know I love you, girl, you know I care Girl, you know I love you, girl, you know I care Rainclouds Seem to like to follow me around since I lost you Ask me how I could leave with something so small and unsure like I didn't love you anymore But you Pushed me to a level of insanity, I know Now, all I ask Is if I ever had a chance Or were we never gonna last Girl, you know I love you, girl, you know I care Girl, you know I love you, girl, you know I care Texting me "I love you" as you were getting digged down by and old flame At least you asked first when you preferred to win home games Fuck it I'll let her smile, like everything that you do For everything thing that you do, and it's a girl will in school But as the moonlight crept in to her vacant room She she's in the coup Her naked, breaking curfew, nuts, and zippers too See, ocean blue right after the hundredth argument Dipped just as quick as you read Quit the new beau and my crush hates me now I'm 50 states away so ask me about your day If you listen to the album I sent you You shouldn't expect an answer And it's fine Shit, I'll find some new bitches I think that you can turn By any chance, as it stands, that you still want me I'll be in the same state you left me in Alone Or maybe I'll be with a bad bitch and I will check you And tell you that you're nothing special But you are But I probably won't

Penny for your thoughts, I know what you want I can read your mind even from behind And fuck what's in your phone, let me take you home I wanna take you home 'Cause it's so rare that I'm here, don't plan on staying too long So you should come here, sit yo' ass on this throne This a special affair, better act like you know who I am, who I am I bet this patron make you feel nice and comfortable Tryna act nice, girl your cover's blown But you already knew that, you already knew that, you already knew that We can burn one We can burn one Laying in the dark, I might break your heart I can get you high if you wanna climb 'Cause fuck leaving alone, let me take you home I wanna take you home 'Cause it's so rare that I'm here, don't plan on staying too long So you should come here, sit yo' ass on this throne This a special affair, better act like you know who I am, who I am I bet this patron make you feel nice and comfortable Tryna act nice, girl your cover's blown But you already knew that, you already knew that, you already knew that I bet this patron make you feel nice and comfortable Tryna act nice, girl your cover's blown But you already knew that, you already knew that, you already knew that We can burn one We can burn one I bet this patron I bet this patron

Say you want a little wild in your Friday Kinda sick of this same old scene This neon leaves you lonely, baby, I know what you mean You tired of wasting your time, them other boys, they always tripping Well, I know a guy who might just know what you've been missing Say you've been looking around All over this little town Staring out the barroom door Can't find what you're looking for You've been locked down for a while You want some more wild and free I don't know who you're waiting on but Kinda sounds like me to me Kinda sounds like me to me Well, you kinda sorta seem like a little Jim Beam And your bottle wouldn't hurt so bad And you need a little more black smoke Down an old back road than what you had Yeah, and I might be wrong But a boy like me might be your type And my country song Goes hand in hand with your angel eyes, yeah Say you've been looking around All over this little town Staring out the bar room door Can't find what you're looking for You've been locked down for a while You want some more wild and free I don't know who you're waiting on but Kinda sounds like me to me Kinda sounds like me to me Sounds like, damn right, hell on wheels Start you up a fire in an open field And make you feel a way you ain't felt before That sounds like, small town, ride the breeze Gotta little accent, Tennessee Little hardheaded, hard to read, yeah Sounds like me to me Say you've been looking around All over this little town Staring out the barroom door Can't find what you're looking for You've been locked down for a while You want some more wild and free I don't know who you're waiting on but Kinda sounds like me to me Kinda sounds like me to me

Like a prayer surroundin' us, movin' effortlessly Every word is relief I'm in dance for therapy, all my babies and me But tonight, it's for free No self-sabotage, no letting my thoughts run Me and this spiral are done Burn this camouflage I've been wearing for months Tryna let a little happy in for once I need to let my mind rest While my body reflects (ooh) Don't get me down, I won't let me get me (ooh) Don't get me down, I won't let me get me (ooh) I'm good right now, I won't let me get me Take that tired heart and go and turn it inside out Diving in ferociously, dancing intimately I'm so connected to me In the dark I'm letting go, so anonymously I guess this is what it feels like to be free I need to let my mind rest (my, my, my) While my body reflects (ooh) Don't get me down, I won't let me get me (ooh) Don't get me down, I won't let me get me (ooh) I'm good right now, I won't let me get me Take that tired heart and go and turn it inside out Don't get me down, I won't let me get me (ooh) Don't get me down, I won't let me get me (ooh) I'm good right now (get up), I won't let me get me Take that tired heart and go and turn it inside Oh my, I guess this is what it feels like to be free (ooh) Oh my, I guess this is what it feels like to see me (ooh, down) (Get down) don't get me (down) (ooh) (Get down) don't get me (down) (ooh) (Get down) take that tired heart and go and turn it inside out Don't get me down (get up), I won't let me get me (won't let me get me) Don't get me down (get up), I won't let me get me (ooh) I'm good right now (get up), I won't let me get me Take that tired heart and go and turn it inside out

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour