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
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
i always liked this song, but i never stopped to realize how powerful the words are... even in a literal sense. i can say i live by this song right now.