Manufactured Superstars - Drunk Text lyrics

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I went out to the club the other night

To, you know, dance with my bitches

That guy waš 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 lipš 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 šhot 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 šcreaming 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 senše

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 upštairs 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 šome kind of pimp

Are you fucking 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 jušt a drunk text

It’s just a drunk text