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 breath you in, and I know you know.
And sometimes you take a swim, found your writing on my wall.
Well, 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.
Who... ho, who... ho, who...ho, 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.
Who... ho, ooh... ho, who... yes. Who... who... who... 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 things I 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.
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...