...and the birds are all dead

We used mechanical parts to make this piece of shit heart work faster We take our lives in our hands To live somewhere distant, somewhere where everything goes according to plan Don't fucking text me, it's over The birds are dead, yet you remain Despite all my attempts to clear your vision And make you realize this is all a fleeting illusion of not being lonely But it can always get worse, and i know i'll deserve it when it does I'm ashing my cigarette out the window of yr sister's car To later pass out and look at the neon green plastic sticky stars on the ceiling Everything is funny, but nothing makes sense It's a facetime call with razors, i can never relax And it's a darker kind of humor, but i can still hear you laugh Show me the impact point and i'll pretend like i'm worth saving We are waiting by the sea, to drown you in your own pathetic misery It's a sea of endless bleeding arteries And my mouth, full of cotton And your eyes, bleeding trees And the birds have made their nest inside me Will you reach out and make me believe my life is worth saving I have no safeword I have no real reason to object to terrible things happening to my body You are my abuser, and i will pander to your every whim You were the one that had me in the bathroom My legs twisted over your dropped jeans And everything is exactly as it seems Everything is just another tree for me to hang myself on Do you understand