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Riff

Left some food wrapped up in a plastic bag, on the kitchen table, way too long.

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 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 beer can to the bowl.

What can I do but go on?

What can I do but go on?

What can I do but go on?

On no you make your own mistakes, I cannot bring them back to you.

On no you make your own mistakes, I cannot measure up to you.

On no you make your own mistakes, I cannot bring them back to you.

On no you make your own mistakes, I cannot measure up to you.

ooou, oooou

Ooou, oooou