Nightmare
Halsey Lyrics


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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 of 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 of 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 of 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 of 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 of 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 of 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

Overall Meaning

The chorus of Halsey's "Nightmare" begins with a prayer, but one that may be unexpected. "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" is a well-known children's prayer. The theme of death and darkness is continued throughout the rest of the song. Halsey sings about the "wreckage" of her life, and how she's learned to recognize the "weapon in [her] mind." She's tasted blood and feels empowered, but also reflects on how she's been hurt by deceitful men. Ultimately, she declares that she doesn't owe anyone anything, and that she'd rather be a "real nightmare" than die unaware.


The song explores themes of empowerment and self-acceptance, as well as darker themes of pain and betrayal. Halsey speaks to the experiences of many women who have been wronged in relationships, but also speaks more broadly to anyone who has been hurt and has learned to stand up for themselves. The line "I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night" encapsulates the idea of being flawed but still powerful, and the desire to be seen and respected for who you are.


Line by Line Meaning

Now I lay me down to sleep
Praying before going to sleep, hoping to be protected by God, and to wake up safe and sound in the morning.


I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life
I keep track of the chaos that occurs in my life, both mentally and physically.


I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
I need to acknowledge the negative thoughts and emotions that often harm my mental state.


They talk shit, but I love it every time
People often gossip and speak badly about me, yet I secretly take pleasure in it.


And I realize
I come to the realization that I am flawed and far from perfect.


I've tasted blood and it is sweet
I've experienced the thrill of revenge and it feels satisfying.


I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet
I've been betrayed or taken by surprise, causing me to feel vulnerable and exposed.


I've trusted lies and trusted men
I've believed in false promises and people who have tricked me.


Broke down and put myself back together again
I've gone through tough times where I felt like I was falling apart, but I managed to piece myself back together.


Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters
I've been so angry at myself that I destroyed or harmed an object, like a mirror.


Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger
After breaking something, I picked up the pieces and possibly used them as a weapon.


I've pinched my skin in between my two fingers
I've harmed myself physically by pinching my own skin.


And wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors
I've had thoughts of wanting to mutilate parts of my body.


"Come on, little lady, give us a smile"
Men often ask women to smile in uncomfortable, unwanted situations.


No, I ain't got nothin' to smile about
I have no reason to pretend to be happy.


I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for
I have no one to put on a happy face for, I've been waiting for something or someone to make me happy.


A moment to say I don't owe you a goddamn thing
I want the chance to declare that I don't need to please anyone else but myself.


I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night
I may not be ideal or perfect, but I am still exciting and interesting.


No, I won't smile, but I'll show you my teeth
I won't pretend to be happy, but I will show my anger or aggression.


And I'ma let you speak if you just let me breathe
I'll let you talk, but I need my own space and time to relax.


I've been polite, but won't be caught dead
I've acted appropriately in the past, but I won't let others take advantage of me.


Lettin' a man tell me what I should do in my bed
I won't let a man control me, especially in my own personal space.


Keep my exes in check in my basement
I take precautions against my past relationships and their possible impact on me.


'Cause kindness is weakness, or worse, you're complacent
Being nice can make you appear as weak or apathetic to others.


I could play nice or I could be a bully
I have the choice to act nice or mean, and sometimes I choose to be the aggressor.


I'm tired and angry, but somebody should be
I am personally exhausted and angry, but I also feel like someone else should feel the same way.


Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware
I understand that I can be difficult to handle, and I am consciously aware of my flaws.


But I'd rather be a real nightmare than die unaware, yeah
I would rather be difficult and complex than be ignorant and unenlightened.


But I'm glad to be a real nightmare, so save me your prayers
I am content with being who I am, and I don't need anyone to pray for me to change.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Ashley Frangipane, Benny Blanco, Cashmere Cat, Elena Kiper, Happy Perez, Ivan Shapovalov, Martin Kierszenbaum, Sergey Sasunikovich Galoyan, Trevor Horn, Valery Polienko

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Lyrics [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]
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

[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'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 with 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

[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

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

[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

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



@raquelbispo218

Lyric

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 of 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 of 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 of 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 of 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 of 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

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@evanvega1647

Directors: What would you like to include in this music video?

Halsey: Women.

Directors: Okay and what else?

Halsey: Angry women.

@austinsavage2521

Facts

@slardebard

Is there another kind?

@minhquannguyen9881

Evan Vega 😂

@pistachiospet

Sounds perfect

@mohamadaliffnajmibinmohdra580

Good😂

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@SCarrowan

The meaning this song holds right now is insane. I'm tired and angry, but somebody should be.

@kuromyss

literally. im so angry about the law, im actually furious, idk if i should kill somebody or cry myself to sleep

@naitsirhc5067

Having chills everytime I heard that part

@imalionimaqueen7234

In light of what's happened in the U.S. yes. And more is to come, this will be a long fight.

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