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. 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.

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 because these hands are too shaky to hold hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love.