Drunk Texting

Some habits in Life can be tough to admit

Some shameful, some secretive, some brushed away with a gesture

But this one is really not, so I’ll stand and introduce myself

Hello, my name is Sean and I am a Drunk-Texter

More of a chronic disease really than an awkward habit

I don’t drink much but when I do I am guilty

Of pulling out my smartphone, turning it sideways

And drafting embarrassing text messages by the plenty

I don’t think they’re all bad, Personally

Some are to females I care of with feelings emphatic

My mood changes from sad to sweet

From down to upbeat, from mad to romantic

I turn into a true blue poet

Someone who carries his heart by his side

Who isn’t afraid to smile, a real change takes over

One that sees Dr. Jekyll without that Mr. Hyde

I can’t deny that some I have very much regret

Unlike any that I’ve written while sober

I pick a girl, grab my heart and begin to pour

So embarrassed after the fact, I wished I didn’t know her

One girl knew she was on my mind,

And that I cared deeply for another

The next heard I wanted to make her mine

But the last saw that I Loved her

I’m sure she knew that it wasn’t true

Probably saw me the same as other despicable men

Recklessly clicking away on the glass screen

Letting clouded emotions spill from my drunken digital pen

Every other day I keep my heart behind a heavy door

The Corona that passes over my lips seems to pick the lock

It opens the gate for many others to enter

Floats my emotions to the top and makes room for the Ciroq

I’m fortunate that in my liberated state of mind

I haven’t done anything to deserve a slap

Including licking beer off of a females chest

And resisting to give another’s ass a hard smack

I’ve been accused of drinking & texting quite often

But it’s a good thing that I never do it alone

Some people make sure their boy takes their keys

True story, I ask mine to always take my cell phone

Society looks down on this deed as being bad

I see this act of intoxication as an art however

Feelings that which are otherwise hard to admit

Fall from fingertips into messages that later will add to your terror

Usually the drunken truth is spoken

And this is because of alcohol, the liquid bravery

So sometimes you should pay attention to those texts

Because they may hold importance, some kind of intimate savory

If those Vodka & Cranberry thoughts weren’t real

Then why on Earth would they ever be said

They had to emerge from somewhere, someplace

They were just tired and Jack Daniels helped get them outta Bed

Drunk people only say what everyone is thinking

Things outrageous like who the hell lives in Kansas?

Or unspeakable acts they would do to that girl

Yes, I am a drunken artist and this keyboard is my only Canvas

My only wish is that when you read you do not judge

I do not deny that for texting under the influence, I am notorious

Someone should be there to stop me with a sobriety test

I’d fail every time but my words would be beautiful and quite luxurious

I know its something that I need to stop

But no matter what I write, I always feel like Im winning

Usually afraid to speak, I am each time the quiet one

But this Long Island Iced Tea always seem to give me an opinion

Either way, drunk or sober

I see the situation and feel like I cannot goof

I mean what I say and I say what I feel

What I feel is not always cuz of Absolut, but it’s always the absolute truth