I went out to the club the other night
To you know dance with my b***hes
That guy was there again
He's like I'm sorry for what I said last weekend
I told him I didn't mind
Which was a lie
But I was equally sorry
And I didn't want to apologize
It was just a drunk text
In my head I was writing a fiction of us
Behind my eyes
I was begging for things my lips would never ask
But my mouth kept pouring desperate clauses of random intent
He asked me if he can text me later
After the club
He hands me another shot of vodka
And I say sure
I'm on the dancefloor when I get a text from adam
I'm too lazy to type so I send a photo I took up a dancer's skirt
Tell him to come get it
Not realising what I had just said
Later on he comes up to me holds up her phone screaming at me
And I say I'm sorry it was just a drunk text
I should have known they knew eachother
No one is safe in the twiitersphere anymore
If you take the word s*x and mix it with texting it's called sexting
When you add drunk sexting the words just don't make any sense
It's a hot mess of misfailed obscenities body parts and run on questions
I'm not sure what he means to ask
I get a text from my best friend
She's upstairs getting bottle service
She's like this guy wants me to wet your lips with his bottle
He wants me to bring more girls up like some kind of pimp
Are you f**king kidding me
It's just another moment and one stupid reply can lead to the walk of shame
I'll be d**ned if I end up in some lame diner after this
Last nights lingerie in my purse
It was just a drunk text
It was just a drunk text
This is the last time I'll ever drink and text
It was just a drunk text
It was just a drunk text
