I traded you for food today,
But that's okay,
Cause a girl's got to eat,
And you weren't hungry anyway,
So I traded you for food.

And when you found that you were gone,
Did satisfaction linger on,
Or did you find your empty spot too?

Sometimes you see a face in the crowd,
But the music is playing much too loud,
And the show must go on.
Then you see the face again,
And wonder when, and wonder when,
And then, the face is lost,
And then it's there, and then it's there,
And then it's gone.

And then you're searching,
Play by rote,
Never miss a beat or a note,
But your mind has gone somewhere far away.

And then you're stabbed with hunger pangs,
And you'd trade almost anything
To see that face again,
Or for just some food
So you can live to search another day.

And I traded you for food,
But what would I give to see that face
Again?

-jenn