fruitfly

Fruit Fly - Nada Surf

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