Lyrics: Cameron Whitcomb/Jack Riley/Cal
Music: Cameron Whitcomb/Jack Riley/Cal
Producer: Jack Riley
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 pick and she would listen
And, boy, I love to talk
Mesmerizing eyes
Turned me into stone
And together I'm alone
I don't even want you back
Even though you're all I have
My Medusa, I could use her
'Til I crumble in my crack
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 in my 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 the 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 in my crack
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 in my crack
This concrete heart, oh, I look
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 in my crack
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 in my crack
This concrete heart, oh, I look
This concrete heart, oh, I look
This concrete heart
This concrete heart
Mastering Engineer: Jack Riley
Artist Production Coordinator: Adam Grossman
Vocals: Cameron Whitcomb