The Week Of August First

So I go down to my deepest depth
Lost the things I learned to accept
Like faith in promises

And I think about the truth I hold
Compared to the bitter fruits of getting old
Just like my father says

This is a test
To see if my worst still can beat my best
This is a test
A measurement of my failure at success

It's just my sophomore jinx
It's all come back to me
I built up bad times in the cracks in my securities

But would I steer right? (Steer right)
Would my laundry stay white? (Stay white)
Whenever I lose sight of my plight? (Lose sight, hey!)

But I still turn my back, look the other way
Sustain myself, all work, no play
It's life, but far from living

And my views become naturally corrupt
When my friends and enemies get mixed up
My lesson's learned after the fact

This is a test
To see if my worst still can beat my best
This is a test
A measurement of my failure at success

(And when my palms get sweaty) this is a test
(And I can't read the answers on my hands) to see if my worst still can beat my best
(And when my palms get sweaty) this is a test
(And I can't read the answers on my hands) a measurement of my failure at success