1. |
Hopeless Romantic
02:09
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I'm going home
To fantasize about the things I could've said
Lie there alone
Noticed I'm only poetic in my head
It's not my fault that I'm a hopeless romantic
You'd think I'd float but I just sink like the titanic
Change up the story lines (the story lines)
To say I won this time (won this time)
But I'm just the unreliable
Narrator of my life
The unreliable narrator of my life
I play the part (oooo)
The girl next door, the brains, the flirt, and the tease (oooo)
So take my heart SO TAKE MY HEART (oooo)
It's not in my chest, oh look....
It's on my sleeve
It's not my fault that I'm a hopeless romantic
Those teenage vampires are overly dramatic
Change up the story lines (the story lines)
To say I won this time (won this time)
But I'm just the unreliable
Narrator of my life
It's not my fault that I'm a hopeless romantic [ITS NOT MY FAULT]
You'd think I'd float but I just sink like the titanic
[DESTINED FOR THE FALL]
Change up the story lines (the story lines)
To say I won this time (won this time)
But I'm just the unreliable
Narrator of my life
The unreliable narrator of my life
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2. |
Unpopular
03:32
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I don't know how to read a room
And I miss every social cue
Tend to cling to solid social groups
And get angry when they don't include me
Get my hopes up way too easily
Thinking 'bout how supposed to breathe
An asshole just called me a tease
Take the high road 'cause it's Libra season
My phone smashed to pieces
Just add another lesion
to the count now
Just give me your reasons
Am I enough to hang out?
The days are too short, they're too long
And I'm still finding new ways to waste all my time
I try to hang on to the ones that I love
But my brain pushed them out of my mind
Washed away in this feeling again
And I still don't know how to swim
And yet the days are too short, they're too fucking looong
Don't follow I am very lost
Keep having nightmares 'bout my café job
Of being unable to close the shop
Panic attacks are all consuming
Let myself down way too easily
Thinking 'bout how supposed to breathe
An asshole just called me a bitch
Take a sec the camera's got his picture
My phone smashed to pieces
Just add another lesion
to the count now
Just give me your reasons
Am I enough to hang out?
The days are too short, they're too long
And I'm still finding new ways to waste all my time
I try to hang on to the ones that I love
But my brain pushed them out of my mind
Washed away in this feeling again
And I still don't know how to swim
And yet the days are too short, they're too fucking looong
The days are too short, they're too long
And I'm still finding new ways to waste all my time
(Waste my time)
I try to hang on to the ones that I love
But my brain pushed them out of my mind
(outta my mind)
Washed away in this feeling again
And I still don't know how to swim
And yet the days are too short, they're too fucking looong
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3. |
Magic Trick
02:56
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Add some colour to your memory
I've been holding on too long
I've been holding on too long
Spending lunch breaks, up in a tree
Showed me your favourite songs
You always sung along
Everyone talks about missed connections
What about those who slip through your fingers
Though they live their memory lingers
I'm surprised it took as long as it did
You wanted to show me your
Favourite magic trick
You disappeared right out of my life
And took my heart with it
We were only kids, and it hurts to reminisce
Left me shaken by the loop you threw
You did it after school
You did it after school
But who am I really without you
Just an echo in the room
An echo in the room
Everyone talks about missed connections
What about those who slip through your fingers
Though they live their memory lingers
I'm surprised it took as long as it did
You wanted to show me your
Favourite magic trick
You disappeared right out of my life
And took my heart with it
We were only kids, and it hurts to reminisce
(Hurts to reminisce
Reminisce
Reminisce
Reminisce
It hurts to reminisce)
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4. |
9 times outta 10
03:56
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9 times outta 10
I'm overthinking, I
Can't help the feeling that you want me to go
So I took off on a feeling
I hope I never over estimate your patience again
It's a quarter to 10
I'm overthinking again, I
Replay the words in reverse, rewind the tape and reset
I close my eyes and try to picture
My life before you came around and tore the pieces to shreds
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(Ya!)
(huh huh huh)
That's how it always happens though
People they tend to come and go X3
Stuck in the present no future in sight
All my bad habits where I reside X6
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5. |
Sweater Weather (cover)
03:30
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And all I am is a man
I want the world in my hands
I hate the beach
But I stand in California with my toes in the sand
Use the sleeves of my sweater
Let's have an adventure
Head in the clouds but my gravity centered
Touch my neck and I'll touch yours
You in those little high waisted shorts, oh
Oh, she knows what I think about
And what I think about
One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse
Just us, you find out
Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no
'Cause it's too cold
For you here
And now, so let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
And if I may just take your breath away
I don't mind if there's not much to say
Sometimes the silence guides a mind
To move to a place so far away
The goosebumps start to raise
The minute that my left hand meets your waist
And then I watch your face
Put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeah
These hearts adore, everyone the other beats hardest for
Inside this place is warm
Outside it starts to pour
Coming down
One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse
Just us, you find out
Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no, no, no
'Cause it's too cold
For you here
And now, so let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
'Cause it's too cold
For you here
And now, so let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
'Cause it's too cold
For you here
And now, so let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
'Cause it's too cold
For you here
And now, so let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
[Instrumental]
'Cause it's too cold
For you here
And now, so let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
It's too cold
For you here
And now, let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
And it's too cold, it's too cold
The hands of my sweater
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Camille Léon Toronto, Ontario
She's an illustrator turned musician!
Camille is literally learning the craft of music creation
as she releases. She picked up a guitar during the 2020 lockdowns to write & compose indie/alt-rock/post punk songs in her bedroom. Her sound has been described as “Glow in the dark” Glitter-Grunge by Exclaim! Magazine and plans to continue satiating Toronto's hunger for Black alternative music
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