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 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 [bad word] 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