Good With The Bad

[Verse 1]
Look at the names that I crossed off the list
Doors I shut, and the hands that I missed
Still brought soup when the old man got ill
Still held my nerve when the room went still
Two sides of the book, both written in ink
One says I helped, one says stop and think
If I weigh every deed till the scales hit the floor
Can I call myself good, or just ask for more?

[Chorus]
Tell me, can I be good with the bad in my past?
Can I own what I broke and still learn how to last?
I won’t scrub out the marks, I won’t dress up the truth
I’ll be judged by the choices I make from this booth

[Verse 2]
I said the wrong thing when my temper ran hot
Kept quiet too long when I should’ve spoke up
But I went back around, put the truth on the table
Said, “I did you wrong,” when I was finally able
No halo to claim, no clean slate to show
Just a heart that can bend and a will that can grow
If I face what I’ve done, then repair what I can
Is that enough to say I’m a decent man?

[Chorus]
Tell me, can I be good with the bad in my past?
Can I own what I broke and still learn how to last?
I won’t scrub out the marks, I won’t dress up the truth
I’ll be judged by the choices I make from this booth

[Bridge]
Maybe good isn’t spotless, maybe it’s care
A call that you make, a weight that you share
Not the story you tell when you’re saving your pride
But the work you still do when there’s nowhere to hide

[Outro]
I can’t change the page that I wrote yesterday
But tomorrow’s a choice, and I’m making it straight