hey Jupiter

Music and Lyrics by Tori Amos

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 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 
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 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