Medusa akkorde

Capo 4

Dm  F  C  G

        Dm                               F
I don’t have the time to hear you whine about a broken heart
        C                         G
She’s a pistol packin matador and I’m the bull to taunt
     Dm                            F
I’m adoring this contortionist who warped my inner thoughts
          C                                  G
But I was easy pickin’s she would listen and boy
               Dm7
I loved to talk
F           Am   G              Dm
Mesmerizing eyes turned me into stone
      F           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
                      G
I could use her til I 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
                      G
I could use her til I crumble and I crack
        Am        F C
This concrete heart
        Am         F C
This concrete heart

      Dm7                                   F
I'm obsessed with where the edge is and how close that I can get
          C                                 G
I’ve been sitting on a nervous horse with a rope around my neck
      Dm7
I can hear those footsteps closing in
     F
This stud’s about to run
         C
And I’ve hit this line a thousand times
       G
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
                      G
I could use her til I 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
                      G
I could use her til I crumble and I crack
        Am        F C
This concrete heart
        Am         F C
This concrete heart

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                                   G     
And I’ve been known to sell my soul for less

                 Am
And I don’t even want you back
                   F
Even though you’re all I have
     C
My medusa
                      G
I could use her til I crumble and I crack

[Out-Chorus]
                   Am
And you don’t ever cross my mind
                       F
But I’ve been known to tell white lies
     C
My medusa
                      G
I could use her til I crumble and I crack
        Am        F C
This concrete heart
        Am         F C
This concrete heart

This concrete heart