Lachesis in Elysion

  Paper Bag - Fiona Apple

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        
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up        
I got to fold 'cause 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        

        
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 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold        
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love        
        
Hunger hurts, but 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 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold        
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love        
        
Hunger hurts, but I want him so bad, oh it kills        
Because I know that I'm a mess that he don't wanna clean up        
I got to fold because these hands are just too shaky to hold        
Hunger hurts, but starving, it works, when it costs too much to love