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