No ones picking up the phone
Guess its me and me
And this little masochist
Shes 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 I wouldnt have to be with you
As 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 you wouldnt have to keep
With me
Hiding

Yes

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 couldnt choose between
The shower or the bath

And I thought I wouldnt have to be
With you
A magazine

No ones picking up the phone
Guess its clear hes gone
And this little masochist
Is lifting up her dress
Guess I thought I could never feel
The things I feel

Hey jupiter
Nothings been the same
So are you gay
Are you blue
Thought we both could use a friend
To run to

Hey jupiter
Nothings been the same
So why you say
Now were trough
I thought we both could use a friend
To run to

Hey Jupiter by Tori Amos

I must have heard that song a thousand times, but tonight, it struck a string. I might be that little masochist.
As I’m typing this, my iTunes decided to shuffle to Heather Nova‘s Blood of me. What is it tonight?

Big ring around the moon
It’s gonna rain hard soon

I know you’re gonna leave
It’s like a storm inside

You’re the Blood Of Me
You’re the truth that hurts
You’re the memory
You’re the drug that works

Why do people change
When hearts, hearts, still beat the same ?

You’re the Blood Of Me
You’re the truth that hurts
You’re the memory, yeah
You’re the drug that works

I don’t believe you when you tell me
I don’t believe you when you hold me
I don’t believe you.
You’re my medicine
I don’t believe you when you fuck me

You’re the Blood Of Me
You’re the Blood Of Me
You’re the truth that hurts
You’re the memory, yeah
You’re the memory
You’re the drug that works

You’re the Blood Of Me, yeah
You’re the Blood Of Me
You’re the truth that hurts, hurts
You’re the memory, yeah
You’re the memory
You’re the drug that works

Big ring around the moon
Gonna rain hard soon