Martyr Material The Verve Pipe

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
And 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, you're not, 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 gets softer
You could no longer hear me
Hear me