Medusa Songtext
von 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 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, 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 '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, oh yeah
This concrete heart, oh, no

Lipstick on the 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 '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, oh yeah
This concrete heart, mm, yeah

This concrete heart