Camilla, I'm at home alone just staring at my phone for you to write
I'm laying singled in my bed just
Stoned out of my head this Friday night
Oh Camilla, you don't understand I haven't left my room
In a couple days, even though you might think that I'd want to
When you're scrolling by you might be thinking that it's me you see
But it's not really
Camilla, I'm at home instead just circling my head don't ask me why
I'm really making such a fuss,
Been feeling rather off so don't come by
And it always folds in blue
While I'm leaning into chocolate
But a vision of it holds me very still
I don't even think it's real
Oh Camilla, you don't understand I haven't left my room
In a couple days, even thought you might think that I want to
When you're scrolling by you might be thinking that it's me you see
But it's not really
And it always folds in blue
While I'm leaning into chocolate
But a vision of it holds me very still
I don't even think it's real
