Worst Party Ever 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
Over confidence diluted
I'm not upset anymore
I just feel sore