Mama's Broken Heart
Miranda Lambert Lyrics

I cut my bangs with some rusty kitchen scissors
I impulsively changed my appearance in a reckless way as a means of coping with my emotional distress

I screamed his name 'til the neighbors called the cops
I expressed my anger in a public and disruptive way, causing concern for others

I numbed the pain at the expense of my liver
I chose to drink heavily as a way of numbing my emotional pain, despite the dangerous consequences to my health

Don't know what I did next all I know, I couldn't stop
I acted impulsively without concern for the consequences, fueled by my inability to control my emotions

Word got around to the barflies and the Baptists
News of my behavior spread far and wide, reaching both those who frequent bars and those who are devoutly religious

My mama's phone started ringin' off the hook
My mother received an overwhelming amount of phone calls from concerned friends and family members

I can hear her now sayin' she ain't gonna have it
My mother expressed her disapproval of my behavior and made it clear that she would not tolerate it any longer

Don't matter how you feel, it only matters how you look
My mother placed a great deal of importance on maintaining a positive appearance in spite of any negative emotions I might be feeling

Go and fix your make up girl it's, just a break up run an'
My mother urged me to improve my appearance and suggested that my emotional distress was only due to a breakup, implying that it was not worthy of such a dramatic response

Hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady 'cause I
My mother wanted me to suppress my emotions and present myself in a more composed and socially acceptable manner

Raised ya better, gotta keep it together even when you fall apart
My mother expected me to maintain my composure at all times, even when dealing with difficult emotions or situations

But this ain't my mama's broken heart
I am not going to handle my emotions in the same way my mother did, even if it means breaking social norms or expectations

I wish I could be just a little less dramatic like a
I acknowledge that my behavior is dramatic and wish that I could be more composed and level-headed

Kennedy when Camelot went down in flames
I idealize the controlled and dignified response of the Kennedys to the loss of their political power

Leave it to me to be holdin' the matches
I accept responsibility for my own impulsive actions and the negative consequences that follow

When the fire trucks show up and there's nobody else to blame
I recognize that I am the source of my own problems and cannot blame others for my own destructive behavior

Can't get revenge and keep a spotless reputation
I realize that seeking revenge will ruin my reputation and public image, and must choose between the two

Sometimes revenge is a choice you gotta make
I understand that revenge can be a tempting option when dealing with emotional pain, even if it comes with consequences

My mama came from a softer generation
My mother grew up in a time where social norms were more conservative and emotional expression was often viewed as unacceptable

Where you get a grip and bite your lip just to save a little face
My mother was taught to suppress her emotions and present a stoic exterior as a way of avoiding social criticism or ridicule

Powder your nose, paint your toes line your lips and keep 'em closed
My mother emphasized the importance of presenting a polished appearance and not revealing one's true emotions or thoughts

Cross your legs, dot your I's and never let 'em see you cry
My mother wanted me to maintain a dignified and composed demeanor even in private, and never let others see my emotional vulnerability