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 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 Late night texting party Your audience is you Late night texting party You're all alone kid blue Drunken texter Mother fucker...