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