Thursday, September 04, 2008

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 on's picking up the phone..guess it's clear he's gone..and this little masochistis 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....

1 comment:

Talisman said...

Hiiii?
Ne diyon? Anlamadim?