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 bar flies
and the baptists,
my mama's phone
started ringing 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 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 mama's 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 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 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 mama's broken heart.
Powder your nose, paint your toes,
line your lips, and keep 'em closed.
Cross your legs, dot your eyes,
and never let 'em see you cry.
Go and fix your make up,
girl, it's just a break up,
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 mama's broken heart.
