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
Hey Jupiter nothing's been the same so are you gay Are you blue Thought we both could use a friend to run to Hey Jupiter nothing's been the same so are you safe now we're through Thought we both could use a friend to run to Hey Jupiter
