You Wouldn't Have To Ask Lyrics - Bad Books - Bad Books

Crooked days come bundled up in bunches 

They break your brain like a branch 

And push you out here asking after 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