[Verse 1: Sarah Rose]
What's it like to have the world on a string?
Knowing you can change it, but you don't do a thing
When it's down to the last hour
Down to the last power
You know how to sit back and collect your own win

[Pre-Chorus: Beth Ballinger]
Who are you when no one sees?
It's awfully convenient
That the devil in your details
Are the dirty little reasons in me

[Chorus: Sarah Rose, Sarah Rose & Beth Ballinger]
Well, I'm feeling sick in the head
I want to dance with all your friends
Come plant a kiss on the lips in the back of the bar
In New York City, I'm feeling...

[Verse 2: Sarah Rose]
Sick little boys with their sick little games
Sick little feelings in my sick little brain
If it looks good, feels good, there's probably a catch
You're wood and I’m phosphate, hey, we make a good match

[Chorus: Sarah Rose, Sarah Rose & Beth Ballinger]
Sick in the head
I want to dance with all your friends
Come plant a kiss on the lips in the back of the bar
In New York City, I'm feeling
Sick of that shit, I don't want to fall asleep like this
Come plant a kiss on the lips in the back of the bar
In New York City, I'm feeling sick
[Pre-Chorus: Beth Ballinger]
Who are you when no one sees?
It's awfully convenient
That the devil in your details
Are the dirty little reasons in me

[Chorus: Sarah Rose, Sarah Rose & Beth Ballinger]
Well, I'm feeling sick in the head
I want to dance with all your friends
Come plant a kiss on the lips in the back of the bar
In New York City, I'm feeling...
Sick of that shit, I don't want to fall asleep like this
Come plant a kiss on the lips in the back of the bar
In New York City, I'm feeling... sick