Concrete BlondeYour Haunted Head

The blackest eyes I've ever seen like moonstones shine And all the while behind the dancing eyes the boy crying. He creeps like ivy on the stairs, you know I liked him then When we would sit and drink for hours and watch the sidewalk spin. No no no. I don't want to hear your secrets. I don't share your pain. I don't want to know about the wrinkles in your bed And I don't want to know about the ghost inside your haunted head, Inside your haunted head. I don't need your tragedy and I won't share the blame You can't keep your promises, you just keep naming names He laid his troubles out to me like a deck of playing cards, Well don't you know that I can tell the kings and jokers well apart. No no no. © 2017