Fiona Apple – Paper bag

25 jul


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. 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…

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