Medusa کے بول

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