Be the 1

I'm that bottle of Jack

I'm the roach on your dresser

I'm the last day of school

I'm the last day of summer

I'm that song in your head

I'm your drunken tattoo

I'm your hungover Sunday

I'm that one time on shrooms

I'm your dusty degree

Cost you hell of money

I'm a ten dollar tick

From that party at Twenty

I'm a 5 a.m. phone call

From your drunk ex-girl

I'm the scream of your baby

When she enters the world

Drunk on a feeling

Love, you're going to need it

If you're down in the dirt

Or you're dead on your feet

You can say say say my name

Drunk on a feeling

Love, you're going to need it

If you're drinking or not

If you can give me a ride

Won't you say say say my name

Ricky Reed is real

I'm the shit and the fan

I'm your first walk of shame

I'm the blood on your hands

I'm the suburbs in flames

I'm that Section 8 housing

I'm aluminum siding

I'm your black eye throbbing

And the sunglasses hiding it

I'm your best friends dunks

On the telephone wire

I'm the night on the town

On the day you got fired

I'm the last dollar bill

In your duct tape wallet

I'm your first french kiss

Since you came out the closet