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
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 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 hearts soaking wet,
boy, your boots can 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 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
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...