Lyrics It's My Plagiary and I'm Going Home - Call Me Malcolm

It's My Plagiary and I'm Going Home

The clock tick tocks and I still wait
Because inertia feels just better
I’d rather bore and propagate
All of the holes lying in my sweater
The clock tick tocks and I still stall
Indecision is my muse now
Refining my apathy
And I’m sharpening my blues now
So sing with me
Out of sympathy
And self plagiary
I’ll ignore me
Out of apathy
But I’ll fucking sing
Fuck this song and watch it burn
I got a pocket full of matches and I’ll never learn
I’m risk averse and unrehearsed and I’m going home
Days taste better when sleeping in
Cause «tomorrow» is my cliché
I’ll fix my problems when I’m done
But for now I’ll meet you halfway
Talking to my crazy self
Is a stay of execution
But living in another day
Is no answer or solution
So sing with me
Out of sympathy
And self plagiary
I’ll ignore me
Out of apathy
But I’ll fucking sing
I’ll sing
La da dah da
Yeah I’ll sing
Fuck this song and watch it burn
I got a pocket full of matches and I’ll never learn
I’m risk averse and unrehearsed and I’m going home
So fuck this song and watch it burn
I got a pocket full of matches and I’ll never learn
I’m risk averse and unrehearsed and I’m going home
So sing with me
Out of sympathy
And self plagiary
I’ll ignore me
Out of apathy
But I’ll fucking sing
The same old words
The same old song
But I forget
That it’s all the same
The same damn words
But they sure as hell belong
Cause I feel better
When I sing along
When I sing along