Fiona Apple - Paper bag

I was sta^Ering at the s^Cky, just l^Gooking for a^B7 star 'To pray on,^E or wish on, or so^Cmething like t^Ghat ^B7 'I was having^E a sweet fix of a^C daydream of a b^Goy ^B7 'Whose real^F7sus2ity I knew, w^Emas a hopeless to ^A7be had 'But then the dove of ho^Epe began it^Cs downward slope ^{G B7} E C' And I believed for a moment that my chances' Were^G approaching to be grabbed ^B7 'But as it came do^Ewn near, so did a^C weary tear ^{G F7sus2} 'I thou^Emght it was a b^A7ird, but it was^F7sus2 just a paper bag'

Hunger hurt^Gs, and I want ^C7him so ^F7sus2bad, oh^G it kills' 'Cause I kn^Gow I'm a mess^C7 he don't wan^F7sus2na clean up 'I got to fold^G 'cause these hands^C7 are too shaky to h^F7sus2old' ^G Em7 A7 F7sus2 (hold) Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

'And I^E went cra^Czy agai^Gn tod^B7ay, looking f^Eor a strand to climb, l^Cooking for a lit^Gtle hope' ^B7 Bab^Ey said he could^Cn't stay, wouldn^G't put his lips^B7 to mine And a fai^F7sus2l to kiss is^Em a fa^A7il to cope I said, 'Honey^E, I don't feel so goo^Cd, don't f^Geel justified' ^B7 Come^E on put a little love ^Chere in my voi^Gd,' ^B7 He said''It's ^Eall in your he^Cad,' and I said, 'So^G's everything''But he did^F7sus2n't get it I ^Emthought he was a man 'But he was just a l^A7ittle boy ^F7sus2