Talking to Myself

Waved goodbye to the evening glow

In the fall's first fall of snow

There are brighter times ahead, you know

Just gotta get through the off black winter

In this God-forgotten hole

The streets outside hold a silent war

Everybody knows, but not what for

We are prisoners to our thoughts

Shackled up within invisible walls

I forgot the ringtone of my phone

And most days, I just stay home

This city eats me to the bone

I guess it's me who make it so

Why am I talking to myself?

I'm not making any sense

Where is everybody else?

Was that all?

Is this it?