We’re at our best when it’s from our hips
From our hips we don’t give a shit
It just feels good, and that’s no sin
It’s the only way to feel alive
The closest thing to being born again
And when baby comes, it’s “job well done”
Roll in the hay, or roll around the sun
We’re at our worst when it’s from our lips
From our lips we caused a rift
And this world is falling in
From Babel to barroom brawls
Our words have formed a death sentence
And I wish that we had never talked
Our hips said it all
I can’t not reblog this, since it’s the name/url of my tumblr.
from YOU MISERABLE PIECE OF SHIT
