[Verse 1: Zach Quinn]

Never had anything but bad, bad feelings

Falling off all the ripe and reeling

Go long!

Cynical mess inside an empty bedroom

King came first and I'm the heirloom

What's wrong?

[Chorus: Zach Quinn]

A wall plug

Broken bottom prong

Unhappy right where I belong

[Verse 2: Zach Quinn]

Rolling down a hill, I'm thick with indecision

Conscience guarded, likely rot in prison

Maintain!

Exchange of second hands a sort of ugly cousin

Partridge in a pear tree I always was and

I remain!

[Chorus: Zach Quinn]

A wall plug

Broken bottom prong

Unhappy right where I belong

[Outro: Zach Quinn]

Aforementioned sourness aside:

I dug these trenches in which I reside