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
Camilla Im at Home Video (MV)
Performed By: Peach Pit
From Album: You and Your Friends
Written by: Christopher Vanderkooy, Michael Pascuzzi, Neil Smith, Peter Wilton
Peach Pit - Camilla Im at Home Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: Christopher Vanderkooy, Michael Pascuzzi, Neil Smith, Peter Wilton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
