Magpie

Is there a line in between
Being funny and being me
You said it was insensitive
Honey, my hands are clean
The ethics of conversation I think you're daft and I think it is sweet
But don't throw light in the corners
I'm at the boulevard and not the beach
I'm silver today
But gold in a way that you cannot repaint
I'm battered and bruised too
Not like you're used to
We don't rust the same
Magpies won't stay
There are shinier things to take
There are shinier things to break
They're setting fire to the streets
And you take sugar in your tea
I guess it's all the same to me
I guess it's all the same to me
I'm silver today
But gold in a way that you cannot repaint
I'm battered and bruised too
Not like you're used to
We don't rust the same
Magpies won't stay
There are shinier things to take
There are shinier things to break