Poor Souls

Long night. Last call
Bloodshot eyes from some drinks too tall
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
Who 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 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