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   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?   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