Owen (IL)
Poor Souls (Demo)
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
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
You, with your hair pulled back just right –
You're bored with all your friends
I want to be with you tonight
With our legs crossed, our tongues tied
Now which one of you poor souls
Wants to drive me home?