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