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