Fruit Fly

Left some food wrapped up In a plastic bag On the kitchen table Way too long I sat down to eat Next to the bag I was too tired To throw it out I saw a swarm of fruit flies I took the bag downstairs When i came back They were still there Flying jerky patterns Like snowflakes in the air I'm sorry you've got nowhere to go I'm sorry you've got nowhere to go Left straight right straight I can't find a reason I know i'll keep going but I can't find a reason Nothing looks right Nothing smells right And I can't land Geometric patterns Smearing out of control Only have enough gas left For the beercan to the bowl What can you do but go on? What can you do but go on? What can you do but go on? Oh no you make your own mistakes I cannot bring them back to you Oh no you make your own mistakes I cannot measure up to you Oh no you make your own mistakes I cannot bring them back to you Oh no you make your own mistakes I cannot measure up to you