Last Rights

I’m not a bird you catch and release
Your last phone call
Some last ride home
I’m playing for keeps the characters are real
So don’t ride me out
Like a noise that you hear and return
It’s easy to land but harder to fall
Broken on command
I’ll change my tune if it matters to you
God forbid that you listen
To the voice of a man not with it March 16, this sorry is for you
Send it back if you don’t want it Like a noise that you hear on return
It’s easy to land but harder to fall
Broken on the mend
Should you ever, ever need me to stick around
Should you ever, ever need me to stick around
Should you ever, ever need me to stick around
Should you ever, ever need me to stick around