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 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 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 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