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