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

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