Sore

A little sore, a little sore, I don't like it
You made me like this
Oh, what you get me sick for?
A little more, a little more
I want to try it breathe in and light it
I'll 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 floor boards
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?

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

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