Medusa

Cameron Whitcomb

Compositor: Cal Shapiro

I don't have the time to hear you whine about a broken heart
She's a pistol-packing matador and I'm the bull to taunt
I'm adoring this contortionist who warped my inner thoughts
But I was easy pickins, she would listen and, boy, I loved to talk

Mesmerizing eyes turned me into stone
And together I'm alone

And I don't even want you back
Even though you're all I have
My medusa, I could use her till I crumble and I crack
And you don't ever cross my mind
But I've been known to tell white lies
My medusa, I could use her till I crumble and I crack

This concrete heart
This concrete heart, oh no

I'm obsessed with where the edge is and how close that I can get
I've been sitting on a nervous horse with a rope around my neck
I can hear those footsteps closing in, this stud's about to run
And I've hit this line a thousand times, God, I hope this is the one

And I don't even want you back
Even though you're all I have
My medusa, I could use her till I crumble and I crack
And you don't ever cross my mind
But I've been known to tell white lies
My medusa, I could use her till I crumble and I crack

This concrete heart, oh, yeah
This concrete heart, oh no

Lipstick on a glass of wine
A cigarette that's half of mine
I smoke until the ember burns my lips
And I know I've been broke before
But she's a pimp who needs a whore
And I've been known to sell my soul for less (one, two, three)

And I don't even want you back
Even though you're all I have
My medusa, I could use her till I crumble and I crack
And you don't ever cross my mind
But I've been known to tell white lies
My medusa, I could use her till I crumble and I crack

This concrete heart, oh, yeah
This concrete heart, mm, yeah
This concrete heart