Paper Bag
I was staring at the sky, just looking for a starTo pray on, or wish on, or something like thatI was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boyWhose reality I knew, was a hopeless to be hadBut then the dove of hope began its downward slopeAnd I believed for a moment that my chancesWere approaching to be grabbedBut as it came down near, so did a weary tearI thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bagHunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean upI got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to holdHunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to loveAnd I went crazy again today, looking for a strand to climbLooking for a little hopeBaby said he couldn't stay, wouldn't put his lips to mine,And a fail to kiss is a fail to copeI said, 'Honey, I don't feel so good, don't feel justifiedCome on put a little love here in my void,' he said'It's all in your head,' and I said, 'So's everything'But he didn't get it I thought he was a manBut he was just a little boyHunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean upI got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to holdHunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to loveHunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean upI got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to holdHunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love