Take Your Time - The Pale White

I have Serious Comedian Syndrome

I float wherever the laughter blows

Till I’m the brunt of the joke

What day is it?

I could’ve sworn it was yesterday

There’s not enough hours in the week

To keep the wolf from the door

I guess this could be the last time

That our retinas taste the sunshine

I guess this could be the last time

That our feet still touch the ground

So take your time

Take your time

Each day, I cook my food in the microwave

And watch the sand trickle through the hourglass

Fingers on the pulse, there’s no sign of life

It’s the way it is

We just get caught up in the mundane

If looks could kill, hindsight is to blame

As it looks me up and down

Oh, I’m sick of hearing the grass could be greener on the other side

Things could be cleaner, there’s rats under the shed, but we’re alive

It’s a good life

Take your time

Take your time

Because this could be the last time

That you talk over the punch line

There’s a toaster in the bathroom

Think I hear the smoke alarm

So take your time

Take your time