sore

A little sore, a little sore

I don't like it

You made me like this

So what'd you get me sick for?

A little more, a little more

I want to try it

Breathe in and let it off

Feel like I felt before

Yeah I know we barely started

But I swear to god it felt like home

And I don't know if it's always like this

Or if I just get this way sometimes

Well alright

I'm in New York, I'm in New York

I'm feeling gorgeous

Dressed up like poor kids

We lay on the floorboards

A little snort, a little Lorde, a little Porches

They just ignored us

I guess that's what friends are for

Now I'm sore, and I don't like it

'Cause I never felt this way before

I know it's shit to do what I did

Oh what'd you get me sick for

Well yeah I know we barely started

But I swear to god it felt like home

Now I don't know if it's always like this

Or if I just get this way sometimes

Well alright