Martyr Material

it's different now
 i feel that all those looks were just a game
 you smoked and choked on cigarettes
 and acted cute and lame-and lame
 your parting lips that wrapped me up
 in promised company
 now mumble that each breath i take
 takes from the air you breathe-and breathe
 you were to share these dreams
 but from this bed it's different than it seems
 you'll have to drag me everywhere you go
 and you're not martyr material
 you fell in love, you fell so hard
 you said it must be days
 i said that i am not quite ready
 for your newest phase-your face
 conceding, lying, cheating
 deceiving relentlessly
 my voice got softer
 you could no longer hear me-hear me
 that ring you wear in fashion
 has a chain that pierces through my nose
 you'll have to drag me everywhere you go
 and you're not martyr material
 my life is riding in this chair of wheels
 with arms that move too slow
 you'll have to drag me everywhere you go
 and you're not martyr material