Peach Pit - Camilla im at home

^ACamilla, I'm at home alone just staring at my ^B7phone for you to ^Dwrite ^AI'm laying singled in my bed just stoned out of m^B7y head this Frida^Dy night

^AOh, Camilla, you don't understand I haven't left my room ^DIn a couple days, even though you might think that I'd want to ^AWhen you're scrolling by you might be thinking that it's me you see ^DBut it's not really

^ACamilla, I'm at home instead just circling my ^B7head don't ask me ^Dwhy ^AI'm really making such a fuss, been feeling rather ^B7off so don't come ^Dby

And it a^Always folds in b^Dlue While I'm ^Eleaning into ^Dchocolate But a ^Avision of it ^Dholds me very still ^E I don't even think it's real

^AOh, Camilla, you don't understand I haven't left my room ^DIn a couple days, even though you might think that I want to ^AWhen you're scrolling by you might be thinking that it's me you see ^DBut it's not really

And it ^Aalways folds in ^Dblue While I'm ^Eleaning into c^Dhocolate But a ^Avision of it ^Dholds me very still ^E I don't even think it's real