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 with you

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

Nothing's been the same

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