A B7 D [Pre-Chorus]A B7 D Camilla, I'm at home alone just staring at my phone for you to writeA B7 D I'm laying singled in my bed just stoned out of my head this Friday night [Verse 1]A Oh, Camilla, you don't understand I haven't left my roomD In a couple days, even though you might think that I'd want toA When you're scrolling by you might be thinking that it's me you seeD But it's not really[Pre-Chorus]A B7 D Camilla, I'm at home instead just circling my head don't ask me whyA B7 D I'm really making such a fuss, been feeling rather off so don't come by [Chorus]A D And it always folds in blueE D While I'm leaning into chocolateA D But a vision of it holds me very stillE I don't even think it's real [Verse 2]A Oh, Camilla, you don't understand I haven't left my roomD In a couple days, even though you might think that I want toA When you're scrolling by you might be thinking that it's me you seeD But it's not reallyA B7 D E [Chorus]A D And it always folds in blueE D While I'm leaning into chocolateA D But a vision of it holds me very stillE I don't even think it's real
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