The Last of the Last

If this was the last- sip of booze that I tasted Perhaps, before bedtime I'd not be wasted If this was the last- cigarette I inhaled I'd say I did well, so many times I've failed If this was the last- of the words that I cuss My conversations would linger, there would be more to discuss If this was the last- of the demons, I faced I'd finally not fear all the ones that I've chased If this was the last- of my lasts by far I'd never again say... "I left my damn cigarettes at the bar"