Poor Souls [owen Cover] Lyrics - Owen/into It Over It - Into It. Over It.

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, 

You're tired of all your friends. 

You, in love with the cock-toed 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?