Medusa

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

 Dm           Am              
Mesmerizing eyes turned me into 
   F
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                         
My medusa, I could use her till I 
     G
crumble and I crack
                      Am
And you don't ever cross my mind
                        F
But I've been known to tell white 
lies
       C                         
My medusa, I could use her till I 
     G
crumble and I crack

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

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      Dm                           
I'm obsessed with where the edge is
      F
 and how close that I can get
             C                     
I've been sitting on a nervous 
     G
horse with a rope around my neck
         Dm                        
I can hear those footsteps closing 
      F
in, this stud's about to run
           C                     
And I've hit this line a thousand 
       G
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                          
My medusa, I could use her till I 
      G
crumble and I crack
                       Am
And you don't ever cross my mind
                          F
But I've been known to tell white 
lies
       C                         
My medusa, I could use her till I 
    G
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                        
And I've been known to sell my soul
     G
 for less (one, two, three)

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

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