No one''s picking up the phone

Guess it''s me and me

And this little masochist

She''s ready to confess

All the things that i nerver thought

That she could feel and



Hey Jupiter

NOthings been the same

So are you gay

Are you blue

Thought we both could use a friend

To run to

And I thought you''d see with me

You wouldn''t have to be 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 hearts soaking wet

Boy your boots ccan leave a mess



Hey Jupiter

NOthings 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 keep

With you

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