Poor Souls Lyrics

long night. last call. blood-shot 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, but wouldn't mind showing a good time to, feeling alright with, doing something we might regret in the morning. you, in the cardigan - you're tired of all your friends. and you, with your hair pulled back just right --you're bored with all your friends. i want to be with you tonight. our legs crossed and our tounges tied. now which one of you poor souls wants to drive me home?