Lyric of the Week | Cursive > June 8, 2009

I’m at my best when I’m at my worst

I’m at my worst when it’s not rehearsed
I don’t wanna know the goddamn words
I don’t wanna have to spell it out
don’t wanna mumble what I’m trying to say

I wanna scream it from my foaming mouth
shoot out the lights and ride away

I’m at my worst when I’m at my best
I’m at my best when I’m trying to look and think

and talk and sing and read and write like all the rest
We’re all just trying to play our roles
in a play that runs ad nauseam
I hate this damn enlightenment
we were better off as animals

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
a roll in the hay
a roll around the sun

We’re at our worst when it’s from our lips
from our lips we caused a rift
and the world has fallen in

from Babel to bar room brawls
our words have formed a death sentence
and I wish that we had never talked
our hips said it all

“From Our Hips”
Written by Cursive

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