Poor Souls - Owen

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