You Asked For This
"You Asked For This" is the sixth track on If I Can't Have Love, I Want Power by Halsey.
Song Credits
Written by Ashley Frangipane, Greg Kurstin, Trent Reznor, Atticus Ross
- Halsey: Vocalist
- Trent Reznor: Bass, Guitars, Programming
- Atticus Ross: Programming, Treatments
- Dave Sitek: Guitars
- Engineered by Atticus Ross, Trent Reznor, Mat Mitchell at NullCo Studios, Los Angeles, CA
- Vocals recorded by Greg Kurstin and Julian Burg at No Expectations Studios, Hollywood, CA
- Greg Kurstin: Vocal Production
- Mixed by Serban Ghenea at MixStar Studios, Virginia Beach, VA
- Engineer – John Hanes
Credits adapted from cmgcredits.com/halsey
Appearances
- If I Can't Have Love, I Want Power
Versions
You Asked For This
This is the only known version. The track intentionally has a feel that is reminiscent of "When You Sleep" by My Bloody Valentine.[1]
Lyrics
I don’t know what you want from me
When I’m Sunburnt lips and summer feet
Im tattered like these Levi jeans
Punch-wasted on redundancy
and now what the fuck does all this mean
you know I’m still somebody’s daughter, see
I spilled the milk you left for me
My tears are falling flawlessly now
go on and be a big girl
You asked for this now
go on and be a big girl
everybody’s gonna drown you out
go on and be a big girl
You asked for this now
You better show them why you talk so loud
you wished upon a falling star
And then left behind the avant garde
For lemonade in crystal glasses
Picket fences, file taxes
Who the hell is in your bed
You better kiss goodnight and give some head
And then next then morning comes instead
Well is this the life that lies ahead
go on and be a big girl
You asked for this now
go on and be a big girl
everybody’s gonna drown you out
go on and be a big girl
You asked for this now
You better show them why you talk so loud
go on and be a big girl
You asked for this now
go on and be a big girl
everybody’s gonna drown you out
go on and be a big girl
You asked for this now
You better show them why you talk so loud
I want my cake on a silver platter
I want a fistful in my hands
I want a beautiful boy’s despondent laughter
I want to ruin all my plans
I want a fist around my throat
I want to cry so hard I choke
I want everything I asked for
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