i went out to the club the other night
to, you know, dance with my (*##$es
that guy wa? there again

is it 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 lip? could never ask
and my mouth kept pouring
desperate clauses of random intent

he asked me if he could text me later
after the club
he hands me another ?hot of vodka

and i say, sure

i'm on the dance floor when i get a text from adam

i'm too lazy to type, so i send him a photo i took up a dancer's skirt
and tell him to come and get it
not realizing what i had just said

later on, she comes up to me
holds up her phone ?creaming at me and i say
i'm sorry, it was just a drunk text


i should've known they knew each other
no one is safe in the twitter sphere anymore

to take the world sex, and mix it with texting
it's called sexting
when you add drunk sexting

the words just don't make sen?e

it's a hot mess of misspelled obscenities

body parts, questions
i'm not sure what it means to ask


i get a text from my best friend
she's up?tairs getting bottle service
she's like

this guy wants you to wet your lips with this bottle
he wants me to bring more girls up
he's ?ome kind of pimp

are you $#&@ing kidding me?
it's just another moment
when one stupid reply can lead to the walk of shame

and i'll be damned if i end up in some lame diner after i do this
with last night's lingerie in my purse
it's just a drunk text

it's just a drunk text
this is the last time i ever drink and text
it's ju?t a drunk text

it's just a drunk text