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 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,
Nothing 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,
Nothing been the same.
So are you gay?
Are you blue?
Thought we both could use a friend to run to.
Hey Jupiter,
Nothing been the same.
So, what do you say?
Now we’re through.
Thought we both could use a friend to run to.
Hey Jupiter….

The Dakota Version
I go from day to day
I know where the cupboards are
I know where the car is parked
I know he isn’t you
never you