Paper Bag

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 'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up I got to fold 'cause 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 'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up I got to fold écause 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 'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up I got to fold because 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 Because I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up I got to fold because these hands are too shaky to hold Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love --- Paper Bag - Fiona Apple