Camilla, I'm at Home

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
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 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 thought you might think that I want to
 When you're scrolling by you might be thinking that it's me you see
 But it's not really
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 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