Medusa

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

 Dm           Am                 F 
Mesmerizing eyes turned me into stone 
                    G 
And together I'm alone 

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

                Am      F       C 
This concrete heart 
                Am       F      C 
This concrete heart, oh no 

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

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

                  Am        F     C 
This concrete heart, oh, yeah 
                  Am        F     C 
This concrete heart, oh no 

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

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

                 Am         F     C 
This concrete heart, oh, yeah 
                  Am        F      C 
This concrete heart, mm, yeah 
                  Am 
This concrete heart