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

Well 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 doubts 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 pickin' 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

Hey Jupiter