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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 all I know, I couldn't stop

Word got around to the barflies and the baptists

My mama's 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 make up girl it's, just a break up run an'

Hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady 'cause I

Raised you better, gotta keep it together even when you fall apart,

But this ain't my mama's broken heart

I 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 fire trucks 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 just to save a little face

Go and fix your make up girl it's, just a break up run an'

Hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady 'cause I

Raised you better, gotta keep it together even when you fall apart,

But this ain't my mama's 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 make up well it's, just a break up run an'
Hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady 'cause I
Raised you better, gotta keep it together even when you fall apart,
But this ain't my mama's broken heart
Meet you dowstairs in the bar and hurt, 

Your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt, 

You say 'What did you do with him today?', 

And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray, 

'Cause you're my fella my guy, 

Hand me your Stella and fly, 

By the time I'm out the door, 

You tear men down like Roger Moore, 

I cheated myself, 

Like I knew I would, 

I told you I was trouble, 

You know that I'm no good, 

Upstairs in bed with my ex boy, 

He's in a place but I can't get joy, 

Thinking on you in the final throes, 

This is when my buzzer goes, 

Run out to meet you, chips and pitta, 

You say 'when we married', 

'cause you're not bitter, 

'There'll be none of him no more', 

I cried for you on the kitchen floor, 

I cheated myself, 

Like I knew I would, 

I told you I was trouble, 

You know that I'm no good, 

Sweet reunion Jamaica and Spain, 

We're like how we were again, 


I'm in the tub, you on the seat, 

Lick your lips as I soap my feet, 

Then you notice like carpet burn, 

My stomach drop and my guts churn, 

You shrug and it's the worst, 

Who truly stuck the knife in first 

I cheated myself, 

Like I knew I would, 

I told you I was trouble, 

You know that I'm no good, 

I cheated myself 
Like I knew I would 
I told you I was trouble, 
You know that I'm no good 

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