[Verse 1]
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

[Hook]
Unrehearsed, undefined
I've got the microphone
But nothin' comes to mind

[Verse 2]
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 won't mind

[Hook]
Unrehearsed, undefined
I've got the microphone
But nothin' comes to mind
Nothin' comes to mind, yeah

[Bridge]
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
[Outro]
Baby, that's why
Baby, that's why
Baby, that's why
Baby, that's why