Did The Cubs Just Win The World Series?

[Verse 1]

I let my hair down again

I feel relaxed, my hands grip less in air that's colder

Basing off of the things I can't afford

I can feel the way a bank account is poorly painted red right by a store

[Verse 2]

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