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 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 you wouldn't have to keep. with me 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 masochist. is lifting up her dress. guess I thought I could never feel the things I feel. hey Jupiter.