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 you'd see with me
you wouldn't have to be 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
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 keep with you
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

tori amos