Lyrics to 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
Over confidence diluted
I'm not upset anymore
I just feel sore