Now everyone can sing along with Paris!
i went out to the club the other night
to, you know, dance with my [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] and get it
not realizing what i had just said
later on, [bad word] up to me
holds up her phone šcreaming at me and i say
i’m sorry, it was just a [bad word] text
i should’ve known they knew each other
no one is safe in the twitter sphere anymore
to take the world , and mix it with texting
it’s called ting
when you add [bad word] ting
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] text
it’s just a [bad word] text
this is the last time i ever drink and text
it’s jušt a [bad word] text
it’s just a [bad word] text