Fruit Fly by 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?
[repeat]

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.