VERSE 1 He cracks that first one open, Says it helps him settle down. But one cold can turns another, ’Til he’s lost inside the sound. And the man he swears he’s tryin’ Ain’t the one that starts to show. ’Cause the truth gets loud and heavy When he’s on that roll. CHORUS First crack feels like freedom, Last sip feels like hell. Too many in a row and He don’t recognize himself. There’s a truth he can’t outrun At the bottom of a beer bottle. VERSE 2 He stares into that longneck, Sees a face he used to trust. All the things he’s been avoidin’ Start risin’ through the dust. He ain’t mean and he ain’t heartless, But he’s slippin’ out of sight. And he hates the way the truth Only shows up late at night. CHORUS First crack feels like freedom, Last sip feels like hell. Too many in a row and He don’t recognize himself. There’s a truth he can’t outrun At the bottom of a beer bottle. BRIDGE He ain’t tryin’ to fall apart, He just don’t know where to quit. Every “one more” that he reaches for Pulls him deeper into it. FINAL CHORUS First crack feels like freedom, Last sip feels like hell. Too many in a row and He don’t recognize himself. There’s a truth he can’t outrun At the bottom of a beer bottle.