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 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 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