Take it slowly not too late to believe
Listen quietly silence flows through a sieve
It talks of the empty and of reprieve

Voids cavitate in my head and heart
My drink is lead in part
Slowly kills my head losing my heart
Not quite dead just wont start

Maybe it'll change but its a pity
Stuck here broke and down in the city
Get high and happy with my last fifty
Older every year but barely over twenty

I take it slowly tell myself I can still believe
Quietly cause the silence will outlive
The empty hollow me seeking a reprieve
Silence as I take my leave