Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
If I shall die before I 'wake
I pray the lord my soul to take
I I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit but I love it every time
And I realize
I've tasted blood and it is sweet
I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet
I've trusted lies and trusted men
Broke down and put myself
Back together again
Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters
Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger
I've pinched my skin in
Between my two fingers
And wished I could cut some parts off
With some scissors
Come on little lady give us a smile
No I ain't got nothin' to smile about
I got no one to smile for I waited a while for
A moment to say
I don't owe you a goddamn thing
I I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit but I love it every time
And I realize
I'm no sweet dream but I'm a hell of a night
That I'm no sweet dream
But I'm a hell of a night
No I won't smile but I'll show you my teeth
And I'ma let you speak
If you just let me breathe
I've been polite but won't be caught dead
Lettin' a man tell me
What I should do in my bed
Keep my exes in check in my basement
'Cause kindness is weakness
Or worse you're complacent
I could play nice or I could be a bully
I'm tired and angry but somebody should be
Come on little lady give us a smile
No I ain't got nothin' to smile about
I got no one to smile for I waited a while for
A moment to say
I don't owe you a goddamn thing
I I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit but I love it every time
And I realize
I I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit but I love it every time
And I realize
Someone like me can be a real nightmare
Completely aware
But I'd rather be a real nightmare
Than die unaware yeah
Someone like me can be a real nightmare
Completely aware
But I'm glad to be a real nightmare
So save me your prayers
I I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit but I love it every time
And I realize
I I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit but I love it every time
And I realize
I'm no sweet dream
But I'm a hell of a night
That I'm no sweet dream
But I'm a hell of a night