Right To Be Misbegotten - Islands

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 got the microphone, but nothing comes to mind

Came across an old photograph

But all it did was crush me

There is no great plan, enjoy knowing that

The world is flat, some will

Unrehearsed, undefined

I got the microphone, but nothing comes to mind

Nothing comes to mind, yeah

It’s my right to be misbegotten

I fucked 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

Maybe that’s why

Maybe that’s why

Maybe that’s why

Maybe that’s why