Bless Your Heart

You're picking me apart, you should be picking up your meds (I did)

Judging where I'm sleeping 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 break-ups"

Bless your heart

Must be hard being as mean as you are

Shooting daggers, throwing 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 your heart

You're tryna wreck my name, and you keep running 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 being as mean as you are

Shooting daggers, throwing 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 your heart

Bless your heart, and your man

Who can't stay out of my DMs

Bless your mama, and your mouth

And the karma coming straight for your glass house

Bless your heart

God, it's hard being as mean as you are

Shooting daggers, throwing 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