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