I, I keep a record of the
And I realize I've tasted
I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet
I've trusted lies and trusted men
Broke down and put myself
Collected the pieces then
And wished I could cut some parts out
Come on, little lady, give us a smile
No, I ain't got nothin' to smile about
I've 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 keep a record of the wreckage in my life
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
but I'll show you my teeth
And I'ma let you speak if
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
Come on little lady give us a smile
No I ain't got nothing to smile about
I've 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 keep a record of the wreckage in my life
They talk shit, but I love it every time
Completely aware, but I'd rather be
A real nightmare than die unaware, yeah