Poor Souls
MICHAEL KINSELLA
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?
I swear to god I'll die
If I go home alone tonight.
