I have roads with no cars, cities with no people, and oceans with no boats. Hopefully this riddle isn't lost on you

In a physics world, maybe I’m plucked or maybe im pulled apart in a cheesy way

Always there, within your sight Never reaching, despite your fight What am I, just out of reach As you stand alone, on the beach

Cross a pirate and I might be your last stop 'fore heaven, And me-ing was a weird Internet fad back in Twenty-Eleven. I'm also a core-strengthening move you might want to try, In some Bibles, Jesus says to remove the me from your eye.

I hang from outlets like a tired vine, feeding phones one bar at a time.