Hunger in John

He was so poor that he did his own laundry with his own tears He was so poor that he made me a valentine out of a napkin He was so poor that he wrote me a poem on a stolen typewriter I loved him for that But now that he's made it and crushed by the climb Nothing he says to me makes any sense All of his money has given him time To reflect on nothing but emptiness and I miss the hunger in John He was so poor that he bargained my beauty to pay the rent He was so poor that he felt like a man only when I'd consent He was so poor that he made up a dark side So there'd be something that he could repent But now that he's made it and crushed by the climb Nothing he says to me makes any sense All of his money has given him time To reflect on nothing but emptiness and I miss the hunger in John He made a movie about our lives Full of reality mingled with madness Sent it to Hollywood, false paradise Somebody read it - saw dollar signs and Now he's as famous as Martin Scorsese Seven years after his movie was made Sipping martinis he's fat and he's lazy Sometimes I wonder if I should've stayed And I miss the hunger in John He was so poor that he had to steal matches to light our candles He was so poor that he stole outta habit what woulda been free He was so poor that he brought home a blanket Only to find it was really a flag… now somebody's missing a flag