Did The Cubs Just Win The World Series?

I let my hair down, again
I feel relaxed, my hands grip less in air that's colder

Basing off of things I can't afford
I can feel the way a bank account is poorly painted red right by a store

You let your face fall, again
You feel my hands across your skin as you roll over.

I slept it off
You can't understand control
Overconfidence diluted
I'm not upset anymore
I just feel sore