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 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, Nothing 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 on'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, Nothing been the same. So are you gay? Are you blue? Thought we both could use a friend to run to.
Hey Jupiter, Nothing been the same. So, what do you say? Now we're through. Thought we both could use a friend to run to. Hey Jupiter....