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

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
Leave my heart 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

Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh

Yes, 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

Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh

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

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