A E/G# Dmaj7/F# Camilla, I'm at home alone just staring B D A/C# at my phone for you to write A E/G# Dmaj7/F# I'm laying singled in my bed just stoned B D A/C# out of my head this Friday night Chorus: E A Oh, Camilla, you don't understand I haven't left my room D E A B/D# In a couple days, even though you might think that I'd want to D E A When you're scrolling by you might be B/D# thinking that it's me you see D E D 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 A Bm Dmaj7 And it always folds in blue A Bm Dmaj7 While I'm leaning into chocolate A Bm Dmaj7 But a vision of it holds me very still Bm 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 And it always folds in blue As I'm leaning into chocolate But a vision of it holds me very still I don't even think it's real | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA C# D D# Dmaj7 E F# G# B Bm B |