Bad Books
You Wouldn’t Have to Ask
[Verse 1]
Your 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

[Chorus]
If I had it, you wouldn't have to ask
If I had it, you wouldn't have to ask

[Verse 2]
Later on, when you bargain with your mirror
And you ask, "Is it really that bad?"

[Chorus]
Well, if it wasn't, you wouldn't have to ask
If it wasn't, you wouldn't have to ask

[Bridge]
How could you know if you didn't?
And what's left to say when your tongue's turned to ash?
I tell you you're fine and forgiven
So you wouldn't have to ask

[Verse 3]
You shoot what's left
Slip inside your sinner's smile
Another man in a mask
[Outro]
If you fixed it, you wouldn't need a mask
If you managed, 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