I am select with words these days because there is a shortage of language in this city and I pity anybody trying to fall in love here It is way too hot and noisy and the romantic serenade of the garbage trucks is just my luck of an alarm clock I've been wearing my heart on my sleeve so now I have eyes in the back of my head And although I've said it is for no reason: This is the season for paranoia Or so you'll see
Reason for writing:
i was trying to rhyme, then I thought, nah. just free-style it, then i thought i'll try mid-phrasing rhyme, then i thought shut up and just write, then i thought...
Birth sign: Aquarius
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