Twin Skeleton's (Hotel in NYC) [Remix]

[Chorus: Patrick Stump]

There's a room in a hotel in New York City

That shares our fate and deserves our pity

I don't want to remember it all

The promises I made if you just hold on

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on...

[Post-Chorus: Joey Bada$$]

Woke up inside a casket after thought that I missed her

Funny it's always an after thought whenever I kissed her

Skeleton in my closet don't want to see me alive

But somehow I get blinded when I look into your eyes

[Verse 1: Patrick Stump]

I just need enough of you to dull the pain

Just to get me through the night until we're twins again

Until we're stripped down to our skeletons again

Until we're saints just swimming in our sins again

And there's a jet black crow droning on and on and on

Up above our heads droning on and on and on

Keep making trouble till find what you love

I need a new partner in crime and you shrug

[Chorus: Patrick Stump]

There's a room in a hotel in New York City

That shares our fate and deserves our pity

I don't want to remember it all

The promises I made if you just hold on

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on...

[Post-Chorus: Joey Bada$$]

Woke up inside a casket after thought that I missed her

Funny it's always an after thought whenever I kissed her

Skeleton in my closet don't want to see me alive

But somehow I get blinded when I look into your eyes

[Verse 2: Patrick Stump]

A birth and a death on the same day

And honey I only appear so I can fade away

I wanna throw my hands in the air and scream

And I can just die laughing on your spiral of shame

And there's a jet black crow droning on and on and on

Up above our heads droning on and on and on

Hit it never quit it I have been through the wreck

But I can scream enough to show my face in the light of day

[Verse 3: Joey Bada$$]

Innie-minnie decisions who I choose to be with

Victim of superstition, won't see me in the pic booth

I'm under supervision would be damned if I slipped up

You knew my true intention but you want to keep pretending

Look I can't keep pretensin', can't even be present

Now you tryna  [?]

Let the story fucking [?]

Fuck it, go to Heaven

I’m in room 47

[Chorus: Patrick Stump]

There's a room in a hotel in New York City

That shares our fate and deserves our pity

I don't want to remember it all

The promises I made if you just hold on

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on...

[Outro: Patrick Stump]

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on...

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on...