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 I wouldn’t have to be with you

Something new

 

Sometimes I breathe you in and I know you know

And sometimes I take a swim

Found your writing on my wall

If my hearts 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

 

Ooh, ooh, ooh,

Ooh, ooh, ooh,

Ooh, ooh, ooh, yes

 

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 you wouldn’t have to be with you

A magazine

 

Ooh, ooh, ooh,

Ooh, ooh, ooh,

Ooh, ooh, ooh, yes

Ooh, ooh, ooh,

Ooh, ooh, ooh,

Ooh, ooh, ooh, yes

 

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

Hey Jupiter