Sista tells it like it is:

[getoverit4]

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

*chorus*
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

*chorus*
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