Kid Blue From The Short Bus, Drunk Bunk

Drunk night of texting
You don’t have a message
Your brain is soaked and blue
You don’t think you’re thinking,
The pattern is unblinking,
You’re sick and you know it’s true
Get up and start your engine
Do you think you have enough
Get up and start your engine
Do you think you’re fucking tough
Late night texting party
Your audience is you
Late night texting party
You’re all alone kid blue
Blacked out and talking
Your hearts been unlocking
Your dreams are wearing thin
Smacked out and flexing you lash out and catch me
Once caught you can’t begin
Get up and start your engine
Do you think you have enough
Get up and start your engine
Do you think you’re fucking tough
Pressing buttons is his thing
Drunken stupor he is in
Late night texting party
Your audience is you
Late night texting party
You’re all alone kid blue
Drunken texter
Mother fucker…