Imagine this:
I'm holding my breath

There's a fish on the roof
And you've just thrown it off
There's a bird in a pond
And you're holding it down

Fish don't fly, honey
And birds don't swim
Magic isn't real
Because if magic was real
I would have wished myself away

If magic was real
I wouldn't be sitting here
With a pen in one hand and a blade in the other
Congratulating myself
For picking the one that left less scars

There aren't swirly white lights
At the edge of this cliff
And I'm hurtling ahead
At breakneck speed

And neck, please break
Because I don't want to survive this one

So maybe fish can fly -  for a moment
And maybe birds can swim - for a second
Before you ***** the life out of them.