Drunk Text (Extended Mix)

I went out to the club the other night

To, you know, have a couple drinks

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 could never ask

But 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 shot of vodka

And I say, "Sure"

I'm on the dance floor when I get a text from Adam

I'm too drunk to type, so I send a photo I took of a dancer's skirt

I 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 screaming at me and I say

"I'm sorry, it was just a drunk text"

I should've known they knew each other

No one's safe in the Twittersphere anymore

If you take the word "sex" and mix it with "texting"

It's called "sexting"

But when you add "drunk" to "sexting"

The words don't make any sense, and it's hard for me to swallow

It's a hot mess of misspelled obscenities and body parts

And run-on questions that 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 you to wet your lips with his bottle

And he wants me to bring more girls up, like I'm some kind of pimp"

Are you fucking kidding me?

It's just another moment where one stupid

Reply can lead to the walk of shame

I'll be damned if I end up in some shitty diner after this

With last night's lingerie in my purse

It was just a drunk text

It was just a drunk text

It was just a drunk text

It was just a drunk text

This is the last time I'll ever drink and text