He loves me not.

[ironicallyindep]

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'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 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 heart's 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 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.