Heat Wave / Polar Vortex

You have trouble speaking, funny I do too
And in my dreams reluctantly I still see you
Recalling idle days and summer nights alone
Spent foolishly falling in love over the phone
If I declutter I'll feel better, I suppose
Less takeout boxes, unread texts and dirty clothes
These winter winds will make a hermit of me yet
I won't see spring until I've settled every debt
Others go where cold air can't reach their lungs
I sit, stagnant, waiting and twisting my thumbs
Will I be landlocked when my time comes
Could it be good for me
Call it maturity



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Writer(s): James Perry
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