| 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 |