Paper Bag by Fiona Apple

I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star
To pray on, or wish on, or something like that
I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy
Whose reality i knew, was a hopeless to be had
But then the dove of hope began its downward slope
And i believed for a moment that my chances
Were approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near, so did a weary tear
-i thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag
-hunger hurts, and i want him so bad, oh it kills
Cuz i know i'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold cuz these hands are too shaky to hold
-hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love
And i went crazy again today, looking for a strand to climb
Looking for a little hope
Baby said he couldn't stay, wouldn't put his lips to mine,
And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope
I said, ¡®honey, i don't feel so good, don't feel justified
Come 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 man
But he was just a little boy
-hunger hurts, and i want him so bad, oh it kills
Cuz i know i'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold cuz these hands are too shaky to hold
-hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love
-hunger hurts, and i want him so bad, oh it kills
Cuz i know i'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold cuz these hands are too shaky to hold
-hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love