So what if he was hungry?
No one cared, no matter how much he bitched and moaned
And yet he expected her to do something about it
Couldn’t he tell she was hungry as well, and when she was hungry she became a monster.
Kettle was soon bubbling, releasing yummy smells into the air. She was gonna eat well tonight, she was!
Every night Walter left cookies beside his bed
Never expecting them to be gone by morning, but a small part hoped really hard
They were his offering to the Sandman for dreams that never came
Eventually the Sandman had to get hungry and grant him his wish of a dream. It was Walter’s only hope
Reaching for a snack as he got out of bed, he didn’t notice that the cookie he took reappeared as he walked away.
Couldn’t start her morning without the stuff
Everyday was a bowl or two of sugary goodness
Really it was also a bowl for lunch, and maybe one for a late night snack
Eventually she realized she was an addict
And tried to quit cold turkey, but that didn’t end well
Locked up after freebasing all the Captain Crunch at Walmart
She was so hungry. It had been way too long
Now she had lots of opportunities to do something about it
And she sampled a few of the wares offered to her, but none had hit the spot
Candy for the eye almost always left her unsatisfied
Knowing all that, she was still willing to give him a try. She was in the mood for at least a…
Nibbling on fresh air
And that was not satisfying
Knowing nothing was coming
Reaching for a cup of tea
Everything will be okay
Even if his stomach disagreed
Silently my stomach ambushes me
Not giving me a chance to finish making my meal
All I can think of is how much I want to eat something, anything
Candy soon fills my pie hole, ruining my dinner, but still
Killing my hunger dead in its tracks