Owen 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
