Does a good man
Know he's a good man
Or spend his time looking in?
Is a good plan, really a good plan
Or just hindsight kicking in?
I've been checking boxes since the age of three
Flower on the wall of respectability
One thing I suspect is coming
Taking my stand means leaving this seat
Is a good time, a good time
Or just better than what I feel now?
Is a good life the same for everyone
Or something I need to find somehow?
I've been acing tests since I found this body
Hoping for more than this middle class destiny
Here is something I know is coming
Changing it all starts with just one thing
Changing it all starts with just one thing
Is it trust yourself or get it right?
Follow or be the blind?
Show me the stone it's written in
What good looks like
If a good man is looking in,
How does he know he's alive?