Caramia
A blank notebook and a backpocket fade
You used to mock me
Sometimes I would cry when I was home later
You hurt my feelings
Why why why
Send it down in your notebook
My wannabe Harriet the spy
And some say your genius
Is in your madness
Will you
A blank notebook and a backpocket fade
You used to mock me
Sometimes I would cry when I was home later
You hurt my feelings
Why why why
Send it down in your notebook
My wannabe Harriet the spy
And some say your genius
Is in your madness
Will you