Worst Party Ever - 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