Halsey – Nightmare (Reprise) Lyrics

 

Nightmare (Reprise) Lyrics by Halsey

 

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 nothing 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 god damn thing

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’mma let you speak if you just let me breathe
I’ve be polite but won’t be caught dead
Letting a man tell me what I should do with my bed

Keep my exes in check in my basement
cuz kindness is weakness or worse your 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 nothing 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 god damn thing.

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