Right To Be Misbegotten

All my life, I felt wrong
So it's my right to have it gone
I woke up late the day I died
It's my right, a thousand pounds of light

Unrehearsed, undefined
I've got the microphone
But nothin' comes to mind
Came across an old photograph
But all it did was crush me
There's no great plan
No joy in knowing that
The world is flat
Some won't mind
Unrehearsed, undefined
I've got the microphone
But nothin' comes to mind
Well, nothin' comes to mind, yeah
It's my right to be misbegotten
I fuck it up, but you have forgotten now
And I don't know how
All the years, they blend together
In L.A., there is no weather
So maybe, maybe that's why

Baby, that's why
Baby, that's why
Baby, that's why
Baby, that's why



Credits
Writer(s): Nick Thorburn
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