Nightmare
URBAN-CITY Lyrics


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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'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 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'mma 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, little lady, give us a smile"
No, I ain't got nothin' 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 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 song "Nightmare" by URBAN-CITY is a powerful anthem that speaks to the struggles of the modern-day woman. The lyrics are a raw and visceral expression of the internal turmoil that can come from societal pressure and the expectations placed on women. The singer acknowledges the "wreckage" of her life and the "weapon" that is her mind, recognizing the damage that can come from self-doubt and negative self-talk.


The verses describe the singer's experiences of betrayal, heartbreak, and mistreatment from men. She has been lied to, cheated on, and hurt by those she trusted. The chorus is a defiant statement of self-acceptance, rejecting the pressure to conform and be submissive. She declares that she is "no sweet dream", but instead a "real nightmare" who is "completely aware". The bridge emphasizes her strength and resilience, stating that she would rather be a "real nightmare" than "die unaware".


Overall, the lyrics of "Nightmare" encourage self-empowerment and self-love, urging women to embrace their strength and reject social norms that seek to diminish them.


Line by Line Meaning

I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life
I am acutely aware of all the damage and destruction that my life has experienced and bear witness to it.


I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
I must acknowledge the dangerous thoughts and feelings that reside within me.


They talk shit, but I love it every time
I derive satisfaction from hearing negative opinions about me.


And I realize
I come to understand that my experiences have shaped who I am.


I've tasted blood and it is sweet
I have had moments of causing harm to others and found it gratifying.


I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet
I have experienced unexpected and jarring changes in my life.


I've trusted lies and trusted men
I have put faith in untruthful people and suffered as a result.


Broke down and put myself back together again
I have experienced moments of emotional collapse, but have rebuilt myself.


Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters
I have experienced moments of self-loathing and wanted to physically harm myself.


Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger
I have gathered and held onto things that could harm others or myself.


I've pinched my skin in between my two fingers
I have engaged in self-harm by using my fingers to cause pain.


And wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors
I have had moments of wanting to remove parts of myself from my body.


"Come on, little lady, give us a smile"
People have expected me to conform to societal norms and appear cheerful, regardless of my true emotions.


No, I ain't got nothin' to smile about
I do not feel any joy or happiness to warrant a smile.


I got no one to smile for, I've waited a while for
I do not have anyone in my life who inspires me to feel happy or joyful.


A moment to say I don't owe you a goddamn thing
I assert my independence and do not feel as though I owe anyone anything.


I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night
I am not a naive or innocent person, but I have strong potential to make an impact.


No, I won't smile, but I'll show you my teeth
I will not pretend to be happy, but instead will show my true emotions which may be confrontational or aggressive.


And I'mma let you speak if you just let me breathe
I will allow others to speak and share their ideas only if they do not infringe on my ability to express myself and exist freely.


I've been polite, but won't be caught dead
I have acted cordially and respectfully, but will not compromise my beliefs or values, even if it means losing my life.


Letting a man tell me what I should do in my bed
I do not allow men to dictate or control my sexual experiences or preferences.


Keep my exes in check in my basement
I maintain control and power over past romantic relationships by keeping mementos and reminders of them in a private space.


'Cause kindness is weakness, or worse, you're complacent
Being kind or submissive can be seen as a weakness or can lead to complacency in life.


I could play nice or I could be a bully
I have the ability to choose how others perceive me - either as kind or as a bully.


I'm tired and angry, but somebody should be
I am exhausted and furious with the state of society and believe that someone needs to be taking action.


"Come on, little lady, give us a smile"
People continue to demand that I appear happy and satisfying to their expectations.


I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night
I may not fit into the traditional definition of purity and innocence, but I have remarkable potential to make a significant impact.


Someone like me can be a real nightmare
Individuals with my personality and experiences may be perceived as threatening and frightening.


Completely aware
I am fully cognizant of my behavior and actions, even if they may be seen as unacceptable by others.


But I'd rather be a real nightmare
I choose to embrace and embody aspects of myself that may be considered dark or frightening.


Than die unaware, yeah
I would rather be fully aware of my true self and live authentically rather than live a life of ignorance and conformity.


So save me your prayers
I do not need or want others to pray for me or wish me well in a typical sense.




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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