camper from to november by woods wayward

*the boys and i trying to figure out if a car is coming or not*

something missing inside my head
will happy camper ever be my friend?
and if i go to sleep
i won't have to think
just what could happen next
i'll be in my dreams
and what that means
is not my problem yet

if i continue down these stairs
can i convince you that there's nothing there?
are you believing in what they do?
i'm here to tell them that it's all for you

i lost all my friends for this

something creeping inside my head
i'll come running when i count from ten
i hear that sarah's worth
a thousand words
i could memorize in bed
i'll let them go
if she lets me know
and i'll be her only friend

• Acoustic
• bedroom pop
• indie folk
• indie rock
• lo-fi pop
• Los Angeles