Awwww, Soggy's first songfic!
It's from the song 'Hope' by the band Sublime.
I like it :)
How can you say
"You torture me",
when you're already thinking about someone else.
He knocks on the door,
waiting for the houses mistress to pad down the stairs
picturing the way she holds her robes together
as if in pretense
that whats about to come isn't expected,
as if it hasn't happened a thousand times.
The door opens,
her gracious smile welcomes him in,
her tear stained cheeks gather in a smile.
When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.
But I know my day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one.
He kisses her,
takes her hand and leads her
to her own bedroom,
the bedroom she and her sham husband share,
one that sees so much love
but not between the people who own it.
So now you wait for a spark, you know it will turn you on.
I'm gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.
Practised,
they tear at each others clothes,
exploring the familiar contours of each others bodies.
When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll know I'll be there.
My day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one.
Hours later,
she walks him to the door,
back in her robe.
Waves him off,
watching him disappear.
Minutes later,
her husband appears on the same spot he's just left.
Call me selfish, call it what you'd like I think it's right.
To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.
He goes to the bar,
as he does every night.
He can't see her,
but he knows exactly what's happening with her.
angry yells,
the smell of another woman on him,
another man on her.
But I'll have my way.
You don't stand a chance anyway.
Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance.
An owl--
her owl--
waits for him at his house this night,
as it does every night.
Saying she's upset.
Inviting him back the next day.
He doesn't respond--
she already knows the answer.
So now you wait for a spark, you know it will turn you on.
I'm gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.
He knocks on the door,
waiting for the houses mistress to pad down the stairs
picturing the way she holds her robes together
as if in pretense
that whats about to come isn't expected,
as if it hasn't happened a thousand and one times.
When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll know I'll be there.
My day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one.
She moans,
"Draco,"
raking her hands
through his hair.
He kisses her softly,
whispers,
"Hermione,"
Pressing her favorite spot
in the small of her back.
You say you want perfection, I fell self-destruction.
You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you years to find out.
I am not giving up.
And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little head
and you'll come running back to me
I know that I will be the only one.