• I'm Not Your Type Of Martyr




    I didn't hear the silence, I didn't see the fire.
    We didn't even wake in time to see the stars fall.
    I told you you were perfect.
    Well, maybe I was lying,
    If you couldn't even break the sun,
    or tear the moon apart in time for this.

    This isn't over. It's never over.
    And, sure, you're wasting time with none to spare again.
    You're always falling, just like the martyrs
    who leaped to see the world wait in time for them.


    Oh, I won't be everything,
    I can't be everything for you.
    Build me with broken wings,
    I'll never fly again for you.
    We can't all learn to be sacrifices.


    I couldn't break the silence, and maybe it was worth it.
    I'll never think to fade another moment for you, dear.
    It happened in an instant, the moment you were "dying",
    I realized that you played your cards right, and now I fold.

    You never told me that I was worth the wait,
    worth each second that you pulled, then pushed away.
    I couldn't reach the light, and never understood.
    Anyway, you ran the day I needed you most.


    I won't be everything,
    I can't be everything for you.
    Build me with broken wings,
    I'll never fly again for you.
    We can't all learn to be sacrifices.


    We can't all learn to leap; we can't all learn to fly.
    We can't all learn to live, and can't all learn to die.


    I didn't hear the silence...