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, tired of all your friends.
You, in love with the COCTEAU TWINS 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.
