Poor Souls

Long night, last call

Bloodshot eyes from some drinks too tall

I breathe in deep and I swear to God

I'll die if I go home alone tonight

I raise my head slow

Hoping to find a girl I don't know

Wouldn't mind showing a good time

To feeling alright with doing something

We might regret in the morning

You in a cardigan, tired of all your friends

You in love with the Cocteau Twins

You're bored with your boyfriend

I want to be with you tonight

With our legs crossed

Our tongues tied

Which one of you poor souls

Wants to drive me home?

I swear to God

I'll die if I go home alone tonight