The Week Of August 1st Lyrics - Singles - Impossibles

So I go down to my deepest depths 

And lost the things I'd 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 will I steer right? 

Will my laundry stay white? 

Whenever I lose sight of my plight? 

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 

(And so my palms get sweaty 

I can't read the answers on my hands)