Did The Cubs Just Win The World Series? lyrics

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