Em                     C
I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star
      G          B7            
To pray on, or wish on, or something like that
         Em                    C
I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy
         G                   B7
Whose reality I knew, was a hopeless to be had
             Em                      C
But then the dove of hope began its downward slope
      G                              
And I believed for a moment that my chances were
B7     
Approaching to be grabbed
           Em                      C
But as it came down near, so did a weary tear
  G                                 B7
I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag


           G                 Em
Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
           C                      B7
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
         G                           Em
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
       C                                  B7                G    B7
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love


Em                C 
 And I went crazy again today,
              G                              B7           Em
looking for a strand to climb, looking for a little hope
             C                               G
Baby said he couldn't stay, wouldn't put his lips to mine
                        B7
And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope
        Em                      C        
I said, 'Honey, I don't feel so good, don't feel justified?
G                         B7
Come on put a little love here in my void,
               Em                                   C
He said, "It's all in your head," and I said, "So's everything,"

But he didn't get it 
  G
I thought he was a man
           B7
But he was just a little boy


           G                 Em
Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
           C                      B7
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
         G                           Em
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
       C                                  B7                
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs...


           G
To much to love, oh hunger hurts
                  Em
But I want him so bad, oh it kills me
         C                                  Am
'Cause I know that I'm a mess that he don't wanna clean up
         G                                     Em
I got to fold because these hands are just too shaky to hold
          C
Oh hunger hurts but starving, it works
        B7               G
When it costs to much to love