Hey Jupiter
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 both 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
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 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
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