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