Crooked days come bundled up in bunches They break your brain like a branch And push you out here asking after for something you should know I don't have
If I had it you wouldn't have to ask If I had it you wouldn't have to ask
Later on when you bargain with your mirror And you ask is it really that bad
If it wasn't you wouldn't have to ask If it wasn't you wouldn't have to ask
How could you know if you didn't? What's left to say when your tongue's turned to ash? Well I tell you you're finally forgiven So you wouldn't have to ask
Shoot what's left, slip inside your sinner smile Another man in a mask
If you faced it you wouldn't need a mask If you meant it you wouldn't need a mask If I could fix you you wouldn't have to ask If I could help you you wouldn't have to ask
