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