POV ur dead and i’m checking my hair in ur sunglasses

All the trees are pink in my rear view camera

Your thumbs started to itch

And you feel so far away from where you are

Only half asleep, but it feels so physical

Don't start with it

You won't get that far

And I don't know where you are

You're rubber and you are glue

You shout and it sticks to you

Spinning around the sun 'til it's over

Now and then, again, I thought we told you

You're rubber and you are glue

You shout and it sticks to you

POV you're G-O-N-E (gone)

Gone

All the trees are pink in my rear view camera

A nun plays solitaire on her iPad in an airport bar

Still, I don't know where you are

You'll probably just factory reset this day tomorrow

You're rubber and you are glue

You shout and it sticks to you

Spinning around the sun 'til it's over

Now and then, again, I thought we told you

You're rubber and you are glue

You shout and it sticks to you

POV you're G-O-N-E

POV you're G-O-N-E

POV (POV you're dead and I'm checking my hair in your sunglasses)