Lyrics:

no ones picking up the phone
guess its me and me
and this middle masochist
shes ready to confess
all the things that I never thought
that she could feel and

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 youd see with me
you wouldnt 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 hearts 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 wouldnt 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 couldnt choose between
the shower or the bath

and I thought I wouldnt have to be
with you a magazine

no ones picking up the phone
guess its clear hes gone
and this little arsonist
is lifting up her dress
guess I thought I could never feel the things I feel

hey Jupiter