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 it's 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 'cause 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 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold. Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love.