"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"
- FIONA
APPLE
