No one's picking up the phone
Guess it's me and me
and this little massochist
She's ready to confess
all the things that I never thought
that she could feel

Hey Jupiter
nothing's been the same
so are you gay
are you blue
Thought we both could use a friend to run to
and I thought I
wouldn't have to be with you
something new

Sometimes I breathe you in
and I know you know
and sometimes you take a swim
Found your writing on my wall
If my heart's soaking wet
Boy your boots can leave a mess

Hey Jupiter
nothing's been the same
so are you gay
are you blue
Thought we both could use a friend to run to
and I thought you wouldn't have to keep
with me
hiding

Thought I knew myself so well
all the dolls I had
Took my leather off the shelf
Your apocalypse was fab
for a girl who couldn't choose
between the shower or the bath
and I thought I wouldn't have to be with you
a magazine

No one's picking up the phone
Guess it's clear he's gone
and this little masochist
is lifting up her dress
Guess I thought I could never feel the things
I feel