There's tobacco in my sheets, I know you won't be proudYou always taught me not to be the kind of woman that I seem to be becoming nowAnd there's an empty bag of something on the table by my bedYeah, I know you wouldn't like it, but it's the only thing that gets him out my headOh mama, I hope you understandCause when daddy broke your heart, I held your handI'm not a smoker or a drinker, just a crazy overthinkerAnd I need a little medicineI hope your broken heart, it understandsThere's someone that I hardly know, knocking at my doorHe's a pretty good distraction, but he's not even a fraction of the one beforeAnd if I'm being honest, I'm starting to scare myselfNo, I hate to disappoint you, but if I can't tell you, I can't tell nobody elseSo mama, I hope you understandCause I watched you hide in tears when daddy ranI'm not a smoker or a drinker, just a crazy overthinkerAnd I need a little medicineI hope your broken heart, it understandsI swear I'm sorry if I'm letting you downDid you ever feel how I'm feeling now?And can you tell me how you found a way out?Can you be my heroine?Cause God, I tried everything elseOh mama, I just don't understandHow you still raised up my brother to a manWere you a smoker or a drinker or a crazy overthinker?Did you need a little medicine?I hope your broken heart, it understands*