Cameron Whitcomb - Medusa

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 adoring this contortionist who warped my inner thoughts
But I was easy pickin’s 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 til 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 til I crumble and I crack
This concrete heart
This concrete heart
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 til 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 til I crumble and I crack
This concrete heart
This concrete heart
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 til 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 til I crumble and I crack
This concrete heart
This concrete heart