Bad Books - You Wouldn't Have To Ask | Текст песни

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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