Twin Skeleton's (Hotel In NYC)

Album: American Beauty/American Psycho (2015)
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  • 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

    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

    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 you find what you love
    I need a new partner in crime and you, you shrug

    That 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 are made if you just hold on
    Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

    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

    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

    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
    And I ain't tryna spoon, I'm tryna bend it
    Let the sun know I'm on my way, let the story fucking end then
    Let's just kill a fuckin' head, let's go to heaven
    I'm in room four-seven

    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 are made if you just hold on
    Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on (and 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, hold on Writer/s: ANDREW HURLEY, JO VAUGHN VIRGINIE, JOSEPH TROHMAN, PATRICK STUMP, PETER WENTZ
    Publisher: Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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