Theme Song from Hq
This premise is easier said than done
At least I'm not the only one
We're in this together
And under the bridge is where you'll find us
Bottles and demons left behind us
These timely reminders
We've got the excitement gang behind us
I won't put it on the forty-five
I ain't got no fucking record player
But the song's on repeat in my head
Picking the bones of what I've got left
That same old feeling burning in my chest
To a room full of screaming friends,
Empty bottles, full hearts, and no regrets
This beaten guitar with the good time dents
Another no care consequence
Of burning it at both ends
Again and again (again and again)
Sick from my phone and I'm sick from from my coke
Well I'm sick to my throat
And not just from who I once was
It's just gonna happen
I won't put it on the forty-five
I ain't got no fucking record player
But the song's on repeat in my head
Picking the bones of what I've got left
That same old feeling burning in my chest
To a room full of screaming friends,
Empty bottles, full hearts, and no regrets
I won't put it on the forty-five
I ain't got no fucking record player
But the song's on repeat in my head (In my head)
Picking the bones of what I've got left
That same old feeling burning in my chest
To a room full of screaming friends,
Empty bottles, full hearts, and no regrets
At least I'm not the only one
We're in this together
And under the bridge is where you'll find us
Bottles and demons left behind us
These timely reminders
We've got the excitement gang behind us
I won't put it on the forty-five
I ain't got no fucking record player
But the song's on repeat in my head
Picking the bones of what I've got left
That same old feeling burning in my chest
To a room full of screaming friends,
Empty bottles, full hearts, and no regrets
This beaten guitar with the good time dents
Another no care consequence
Of burning it at both ends
Again and again (again and again)
Sick from my phone and I'm sick from from my coke
Well I'm sick to my throat
And not just from who I once was
It's just gonna happen
I won't put it on the forty-five
I ain't got no fucking record player
But the song's on repeat in my head
Picking the bones of what I've got left
That same old feeling burning in my chest
To a room full of screaming friends,
Empty bottles, full hearts, and no regrets
I won't put it on the forty-five
I ain't got no fucking record player
But the song's on repeat in my head (In my head)
Picking the bones of what I've got left
That same old feeling burning in my chest
To a room full of screaming friends,
Empty bottles, full hearts, and no regrets
Credits
Writer(s): Luca Brasi
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