Intro
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

Chorus
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

Verse 1
Ive tasted blood and it is sweet
Ive had the rug pulled beneath my feet
Ive 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
Ive pinched my skin in between my two fingers
And wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors

Pre-Chorus
"Come on, little lady, give us a smile"
No, I aint got nothin to smile about
I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for
A moment to say I dont owe you a goddamn thing

Chorus
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

Post-Chorus
Im no sweet dream, but Im a hell of a night
That Im no sweet dream, but Im a hell of a night

Verse 2
No, I wont smile, but Ill show you my teeth
And Ima let you speak if you just let me breathe
Ive been polite, but wont be caught dead
Lettin a man tell me what I should do with my bed
Keep my exes in check in my basement
Cause kindness is weakness, or worse, youre complacent
I could play nice or I could be a bully
Im tired and angry, but somebody should be

Pre-Chorus
"Come on, little lady, give us a smile"
No, I aint got nothin to smile about
I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for
A moment to say I dont owe you a goddamn thing

Chorus
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

Bridge
Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware
But Id rather be a real nightmare, than die unaware, yeah
Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware
But Im glad to be a real nightmare, so save me your prayers

Chorus
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

Post-Chorus
Im no sweet dream, but Im a hell of a night
That Im no sweet dream, but Im a hell of a night