Since my cat died I've been feeding the birds
The small birds, the robins, wagtails, sparrows, blue ****
I've even been feeding the crows
But I kind of drew the line with the magpies
They always had a bad rep for stealing things
One day though it was very cold and frosty out
And there was this poor magpie in the garden
And he looked so sad and forlorn
I felt sorry for the poor divil so threw him out a piece of bread
Well the very next day he lands on my windowsill (now I assume it's the same bird)
And he has something shiny in his beak
And he drops it on the windowsill
It's a ring! A Fancy Ring!!!
It's like he's saying "Thank You" for the bread.

So now... now I'm training up a whole squadron of magpies.

With you, I would rest—
an open grave, full of blooms,
gazing at the stars.

I took a chance

Told you I was not perfect

And yet you love me

I told you my hopes and my fears

Scars and insecurities

But you still stayed here

I want your hand in mine til the end of time

And I heard Queer Time works differently..

Wonder if you'll ever marry me?