Forgive me, I was told that misery loves company. Dragging you through the gutters is part of being lovers. Don't you feel alive in the slums listening to the street lights hum. So It Goes. Forgive me, misery loves company. Dragging you though the gutters is part of being lovers. We'll break this fevers sweat with songs about regret. Cancer eats, cancer feasts on the young. I am the scrape, you are the cut.Cancer eats, cancer feasts taking you down with me
