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