(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 upI got to fold cuz these hands are too shaky to hold
-Hunger
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 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 manBut he was
just a little boy-
Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it killsCuz I
know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean upI 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 killsCuz I know I'm a mess he
don't wanna clean upI got to fold cuz these hands are too shaky to hold-
Hunger hurts, but starving works,When it costs too much to love
