Miranda Lambert

I cut my bangs with some rusty kitchen scissors,
I screamed his name 'til the neighbors called the cops.
I numbed the pain at the expense of my liver,
Don't know what I did next I just know I couldn't stop.
Word got around to the barflies and the baptists,
My mamas phone started ringin' off the hook.
I can hear her now sayin' she ain't gonna have it,
Don't matter how you feel it only matters how you look.
Go and fix your makeup girl, It's just a breakup.
Run and hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady.
Cause I raised you better,
gotta keep it together even when you fall apart.
This ain't my mamas broken heart
Wish I could be just a little less dramatic,
Like a Kennedy when Camelot went down in flames.
Leave it to me to be holdin' the matches,
When the firetrucks show up and there's nobody else to blame
Can't get revenge and keep a spotless reputation,
Sometimes revenge is a choice you gotta make.
My mama came from a softer generation,
Where you get a grip, and bite your lip,
and save a little face.
Go and fix your makeup girl,
It's just a breakup.
Run and hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady.
Cause I raised you better,
gotta keep it together even when you fall apart.
This ain't my mamas broken heart
Powder your nose, paint your toes,
line your lips and keep ‘em closed.
Cross your legs, dot your I's,
and never let ‘em see you cry.
Go and fix your makeup girl, It's just a breakup.
Run and hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady.
Cause I raised you better,
gotta keep it together even when you fall apart.
This ain't my mamas broken heart