Two oceans in between us
And I wait for shore
There's a gate I see
There's a way for me
Now this one sits here
And whispers things to me
Draco moved away from Harry, he moved all the way to France and all he left was a letter. A single piece of parchment written in cursive and drenched with the smell of Draco's Armani, memorised by Harry who could never forget it, never forget the words written down.
Now I got the Devil inside
This one made a pig of me
This wall is primal, my grinding jaw
The headache pill, the necktie on my bedroom door
Privacy was something they both respected but now as Harry lies in bed with Ginny, a single tie hanging from the doorknob, he wishes he never respected Draco's privacy. That way he couldn't have left Harry.
My conscience burning
My eyes are too
Cuddled up with hard contempt
Does she love you? And, I swear I do
Harry's eyes burn with hatred for that stupid bitch named Astoria. It was all her fault, if she never bounced into their lives then Draco wouldn't have left him. He sits and wonders does Astoria love Draco or is she just with him for his money? Harry was never with Draco for his money he truly loved him with every ounce of his being and now look where that's got him.
This world is rabid, this world is through
Follow me through an empty dream
I'm sleeping next to someone new
My conscience burning, my beastly roar
After Draco left him,Harry had countless one night stands before settling with Ginny, who he knew the Weasleys would be over the moon with. "You don't love her" Hermione whispers when she visits him,"But she loves me" he whispers back.
The headache pill, the necktie on my bedroom door
I'm such a coward, these wretched things I do
Disgrace and treachery and the sickness that I know is true
This world is learning, this world is pure
He hides behind a false mask, carefully constructed with comfort and love. His heart beats a different tune than the one he sends out. The butterflies in his stomach, the sweaty palms, the tingly nerves,all of that he felt with Draco but he never feels that with Ginny. "I love you" he lies to Ginny just like Draco lied to him.
She can be my Valentine underneath my sheets on the bedroom floor
Draco hated Valentine's day. Harry thought that was because Draco thought it was cliche or basic but as he looks through Astoria's social media he soon realises that Draco never hated Valentine's day, he just hated spending Valentine's day with Harry. So he lays down petals and lavender candles for Ginny. Draco hated the smell of lavender. 'Serves him right' thinks Harry.
Gonna push her down
Gonna spread her out
Gonna taste her tongue
Gonna suck my blood
Gonna borrow mine
Gonna shape my love
Gonna make her try
Harry makes love to her. He makes love to her like Draco never made love to him. He closes his eyes and visions pale skin instead of freckles, platinum blonde hair instead of red and grey eyes instead of brown. It never works but he keeps on trying. Replaces all the memories of Draco,with Ginny. Under his pillow lays the letter,stained with tears and crumpled up. It remains there as years pass on by.
