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