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