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

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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 I take a swim
Found your writing on my wall
Left my heart soaking wet
Boy, your boots can leave a mess

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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

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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

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