Lyrics:

No One's Picking Up The Phone
guess It's Me And Me
and This Middle 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
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 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 Arsonist
is Lifting Up Her Dress
guess I Thought I Could Never Feel The Things I Feel

hey Jupiter