I have serious comedian syndrome I float wherever the laughter blows ‘Til 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