june plays her guitar
every night at two a.m.
i hear her through my floor
in between the slammin doors
a suitcase filled with clothes
lies beneath her unslept bed
she keeps it there in case
the war of suits becomes
too much for her
she's k**ing time
she's k**ing pain
she's saving june
i pa** her on the steps
and ask her to play a happy song
she picks up her guitar
and starts to strum
but nothing comes
she k**ed her love
she k**ed her hate
to save herself