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

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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 till 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 till 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