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 [?] [?] go to heaven I'm the 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