Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Veer Union
The Veer Union
Performer
Crispin Earl
Crispin Earl
Performer
Ashley Frangipane
Ashley Frangipane
Performer
Benjamin Levin
Benjamin Levin
Performer
Nathan Perez
Nathan Perez
Performer
Magnus August Høiberg
Magnus August Høiberg
Performer
Sergey Galoyan
Sergey Galoyan
Performer
Trevor Charles Horn
Trevor Charles Horn
Performer
Martin Kierszenbaum
Martin Kierszenbaum
Performer
Elena Kiper
Elena Kiper
Performer
Valerij Valentinovich Polienko
Valerij Valentinovich Polienko
Performer
Ivan Nikolaevich Shapovalov
Ivan Nikolaevich Shapovalov
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ashley Frangipane
Ashley Frangipane
Songwriter
Benjamin Levin
Benjamin Levin
Songwriter
Nathan Perez
Nathan Perez
Songwriter
Magnus August Høiberg
Magnus August Høiberg
Songwriter
Sergey Galoyan
Sergey Galoyan
Songwriter
Trevor Charles Horn
Trevor Charles Horn
Songwriter
Martin Kierszenbaum
Martin Kierszenbaum
Songwriter
Elena Kiper
Elena Kiper
Songwriter
Valerij Valentinovich Polienko
Valerij Valentinovich Polienko
Songwriter
Ivan Nikolaevich Shapovalov
Ivan Nikolaevich Shapovalov
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Crispin Earl
Crispin Earl
Producer

Lyrics

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 so in men Broke down and put myself back together again Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters Collected the pieces and picked out the dagger I've pinched my skin in between my two fingers And wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors Come on, could you maybe give me a smile? No, I ain't got nothing to smile about I got no one to smile for, I've 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 That 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 Letting 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, could you maybe give me a smile? No, I ain't got nothing to smile about I got no one to smile for, I've 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 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 And I'd rather be a real nightmare than die unaware 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 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 a nightmare (I gotta weapon in my mind) I'm a nightmare (I gotta weapon in my mind) I'm a nightmare (The real nightmare) I'm a nightmare (The real nightmare) I'm a nightmare
Writer(s): Benjamin Joseph Levin, Nathan Perez, Magnus Hoiberg, Ivan Nikolaevich Shapovalov, Martin Kierszenbaum, Sergey Galoyan, Elena Vladimirovna Kiper, Trevor Charles Horn, Valerij Valentinovich Polienko, Ashley Frangipane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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