Bad Books
You Wouldn't Have To Ask
Crooked days come bundled up in bunchesThey break your brain like a branchAnd push you out here asking after for somethingyou should know I don't haveIf I had it you wouldn't have to askIf I had it you wouldn't have to askLater on when you bargain with your mirrorand you ask is it really that badIf it wasn't you wouldn't have to askIf it wasn't you wouldn't have to askHow 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 forgivenSo you wouldn't have to askShoot what's left, slip inside your sinner smileAnother man in a maskIf you faced it you wouldn't need a maskIf you meant it you wouldn't need a maskIf I could fix you you wouldn't have to askIf I could help you you wouldn't have to ask
From Letras Mania