Video: Mama's Broken Heart
Miranda Lambert Lyrics

I cut my bangs with some rusty kitchen scissors
I was distraught over a breakup and did something impulsive and reckless

I screamed his name til the neighbors called the cops
I was so consumed by heartbreak that I didn't care who heard me express my pain

I numbed the pain at the expense of my liver
I turned to drinking heavily in order to escape the pain of my heartbreak

Don't know what I did next all I know, I couldn't stop
I was stuck in a cycle of self-destructive behavior and couldn't break free

Word got around to the barflies and the baptists
Rumors about my behavior spread quickly and to people from all walks of life

My mama's phone started ringin' off the hook
My mother became inundated with calls from concerned family and friends

I can hear her now sayin' she ain't gonna have it
In her frustration and worry, my mother made it clear that she wouldn't tolerate my behavior

Don't matter how you feel, it only matters how you look
My mother prioritized reputation and appearances over emotions and inner turmoil

Go and fix your make up girl it's, just a break up run an'
My mother encouraged me to present a polished facade to the world, even in the midst of heartbreak and crisis

Hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady 'cause I
My mother expected me to suppress my emotions and behave in a socially acceptable manner

Raised you better, gotta keep it together even when you fall apart
My mother instilled in me the belief that I had to maintain composure at all times, regardless of my internal struggles

But this ain't my mama's broken heart
I am not willing to sacrifice my authenticity and emotions in order to meet societal expectations of feminine behavior

I wish I could be just a little less dramatic like a,
I sometimes wish to be less emotional and more stoic in the face of heartache

Kennedy when Camelot went down in flames
I aspire to be like Jackie Kennedy, who remained composed during tragedy and turmoil

Leave it to me to be holdin' the matches
Despite my desire for composure, I can't help but feel responsible for the chaos and turmoil in my life

When the fire trucks show up and there's nobody else to blame
I am forced to take responsibility for my behavior and its consequences, even when others may be at fault

Can't get revenge and keep a spotless reputation
I struggle to balance the desire for revenge with the need to maintain a positive reputation

Sometimes revenge is a choice you gotta make
In some cases, I feel like I must seek revenge in order to reclaim my power and dignity

My mama came from a softer generation
My mother was raised in a different era with different expectations of femininity and behavior

Where you get a grip and bite your lip just to save a little face
In my mother's time, women were expected to suffer in silence and maintain a perfect facade, even when going through hardships

Powder your nose, paint your toes line your lips and keep 'em closed
My mother taught me to apply makeup and touch up my appearance in order to present myself in a socially acceptable manner

Cross your legs, dot your I's and never let 'em see you cry
My mother believed in maintaining a proper posture and attention to detail, and in suppressing emotions rather than showing vulnerability