Hey Jupiter

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 never thought

that she could feel and



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