Matthew Good - The Last Poem's Poet lyrics

Lit another cigarette Sat down at the table to think Discovered that the secret of the Universe Was the ice cubes melting in my drink Where do I get this stuff Where do I get this stuff from? Where do you get this stuff And why does it come? Lit another cigarette Sat down at the table to drink Stop and breathe awhile, I I think I need to think I, I think I need to think hard Hard about my Hard about my, my, my My Reasons for doing what I do My reasons for feeling how I feel My reasons for doing what I do My reasons for feeling how I feel You know, how I feel about you Lit another cigarette Sat down at the table to think Stop and breathe awhile Stop and breathe awhile What have I learned about love What have I learned about love, you tell me What have I learned about myself The last poem's poet He is not an outspoken man The last poem's poet He is, he is not, not an intelligent man The last poet's poem will be about The mistakes he has made in his life The last poet's poem will be about Everything he would have done differently If the time would have been right Righter than this, righter than that You know it's righter than everything You've ever thought was possible Righter than this, righter than that Righter than everything You ever thought possible And this life is possible In the next one What is possible in this life Is possible for everyone Lit another cigarette Sat down at the table to think Discovered that the secret of the Universe Was melting slowly in my drink And I have come to a conclusion, I have come to a conclusion Finally I have come to a conclusion: Within conclusion there is delusion And within delusion there is illusion And within illusion there is confusion here There is confusion here There is confusion here Confusion is the straightest talker You will ever know Confusion doesn't care about What you have or who you know Confusion is a friend of mine Has been for a long, long time Confusion is a friend of mine You know, he has been for a long, long, long, long time Long time, long time Got the balls to show it The last poem's poet He's got the reasons to show it The last poem's poet Lost the fear to blow it The last poem's poet He's got the courage to know it The last poem's poet The last The last time I saw your face My mind learned to erase The last time I saw your face Fell prey to a liar's grace In the end I will be fine In the end I will be fine Yeah, in the end I will be fine In the end I think I'll lose my mind Lit another cigarette Lit another cigarette And I'm alright I'm just a little tired I guess Just a little tired