You're pickin' me apart, you should be pickin' up your meds, I did
Judgin' where I'm sleepin' from a messy, unmade bed
My dress is short, my hair's too high
I can't seem to keep a guy
"And what's with all that makeup?
All she sings about is breakups"
Bless your heart, must be hard
Bein' as mean as you are
Shootin' daggers, throwin' stones
From a self-appointed throne
I'm good with words, could make you hurt
But I won't twist the knife
I'm just glad I'm everything you aren't
Bless you heart
You're tryin' to wreck my name, and you keep runnin' down my friends
You should redirect attention to those roots and those split ends
I think I'll smile and lend some grace
No chance you'd say it to my face
Go hate somebody else
I'm kinda busy, if you can't tell
(Playing shows, being pretty)
Bless your heart, must be hard
Bein' as mean as you are
Shootin' daggers, throwin' stones
From a self-appointed throne
I'm good with words, could make you hurt
But I won't twist the knife
I'm just glad I'm everything you aren't
Bless you heart
Bless your heart and your man
Who can't stay out of my DMs
Bless your mama and your mouth
And the karma comin' straight for your glass house
Bless your heart, God, it's hard
Bein' as mean as you are
Shootin' daggers, throwin' stones
From a self-appointed bullshit throne
I'm good with words, could make you hurt
But I won't twist the knife
I'll see you next Tuesday at the bar
Bless your heart
Bless your heart
Bless your heart
