Peach Pit - Camilla, I'm at Home Lyrics

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