Paper Bag Fiona Apple
I was st[Em]aring at the sky, just [C]looking for a star
To pra[G]y on, or wi[B7]sh on, or something like that
I was hav[Em]ing a sweet fix of a d[C]aydream of a boy
Whose rea[G]lity I knew, was a h[B7]opeless to be had
But then the [Em]dove of hope began its d[C]ownward slope
And I [G]believed for a moment that my chances were
[B7]Approaching to be grabbed
But as it c[Em]ame down near, so did a [C]weary tear
I [G]thought it was a bird, but it was [B7]just a paper bag
Hunger hurt[G]s, and I want him [Em]so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I kn[C]ow I'm a mess he don't [B7]wanna clean up
I got to [G]fold 'cause these hands are [Em]too shaky to hold
Hunger [C]hurts, but starving works, when it [B7]costs too much to [G]love[B7]
[Em] And I went crazy [C]again today,
looking for a [G]strand to climb, looking for a [B7]little hope[Em]
Baby said he [C]couldn't stay, wouldn't put his [G]lips to mine
And a fail to kiss is a [B7]fail to cope
I said, [Em]'Honey, I don't feel so [C]good, don't feel justified?
[G]Come on put a little love [B7]here in my void,
He said, "It's [Em]all in your head," and I said, "So's [C]everything,"
But he didn't get it
I [G]thought he was a man
But he was [B7]just a little boy
Hunger hurt[G]s, and I want him [Em]so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I kn[C]ow I'm a mess he don't [B7]wanna clean up
I got to [G]fold 'cause these hands are [Em]too shaky to hold
Hunger [C]hurts, but starving works, when it [B7]costs...
To much to [G]love, oh hunger hurts
But I want him so [Em]bad, oh it kills me
'Cause I [C]know that I'm a mess that he don't [Am]wanna clean up
I got to [G]fold because these hands are just too [Em]shaky to hold
Oh hunger [C]hurts but starving, it works
When it [B7]costs to much to [G]love
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