no one's picking up the phone. . .

 

 

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

nothings 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 hearts soaking wet

boy your boots can leave a mess

 

hey jupiter

nothings 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

 

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

 

© Sword & Stone

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