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