Karaoké Medusa Cameron Whitcomb

I don't have the time to hear you whine about a broken heart

She's a pistol-packin' matador and I'm the bull to taunt

I'm adorin' this contortionist who warped my inner thoughts

But I was easy pickins

She would listen and boy I loved to talk

Mesmerizin' 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 sittin' on a nervous horse with a rope around my neck

I can hear those footsteps closin' 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

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

Mmh yeah

This concrete heart