Dm                             F
I don't have the time to hear you whine about a broken heart
          C                         G
She's a pistol-packing 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 pickins, she would listen and, boy, I loved to talk

 Dm           Am                 F
Mesmerizing eyes turned me into 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                              G
My medusa, I could use her till 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                              G
My medusa, I could use her till I crumble and I crack

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

      Dm                                 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
         Dm                              F
I can hear those footsteps closing in, this stud's about to run
           C                            G
And I've hit this line a thousand 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                                G
My medusa, I could use her till 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                             G
My medusa, I could use her till I 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                             G
And I've been known to sell my soul for less (one, two, three)

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

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