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 what 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 my why I´m making such a fuss, been feeling rather off so don´t come by
And it always folds in blue as As I´m leaning into chocolate But a vision of it holds me very still I don´t even think it´s real