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 the 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?