Into It. Over It. - Poor Souls [Owen Cover] lyrics

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 co*k-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?