I was staring at the sky, just looking for a starTo pray on, or wish on, or something like thatI was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boyWhose reality I knew, was a hopeless to be hadBut then the dove of hope began its downward slopeAnd I believed for a moment that my chancesWere approaching to be grabbedBut 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 killsCuz I know I’m a mess he don’t wanna clean upI got to fold cuz these hands are too shaky to hold- Hunger hurts, but starving works,When it costs too much to loveAnd I went crazy again today,Looking for a strand to climbLooking for a little hopeBaby said he couldn’t stay, wouldn’t put his lips to mine,And a fail to kiss is a fail to copeI said, “Honey, I don’t feel so good, don’t feel justifiedCome 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 manBut he was just a little boy-Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it killsCuz I know I’m a mess he don’t wanna clean upI got to fold cuz these hands are too shaky to hold- Hunger hurts, but starving works,When it costs too much to love-Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it killsCuz I know I’m a mess he don’t wanna clean upI got to fold cuz these hands are too shaky to hold- Hunger hurts, but starving works,
When it costs too much to love