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 new Sometimes I breathe you in And I know you know And sometimes you take a swim Found your writing on my wall Leave my heart 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 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 I wouldn't have to be With you a magazine Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh 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