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Rachael is sick. That means that I probably will be sick soon as well.

More of my rambles later. For now, enjoy these lyrics.

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.
>>>>>>>>
Paper Bag
Fiona Apple