(s. weiland)

I got you
But its the craving for the good life
That sees me through troubled times
When the mind begins to wander to the spoon

And I got you
Because your there to bend and nurture me through these
Troubled times
cause the fix begins to twist my troubled mind

And I got you to paint the sorrow on my day
And I got you to paint the roses on my grave
And I got you

I got you
But its the feeling that I get when your away
Twist my mind cause Im all alone and cold, gone I feel like dyin
And I got you to fill the craving that I get inside my mind
When youre there to fill the space I have inside, I feel like crying

And I got you to paint the sorrow on my day
And I got you to paint the roses on my grave
And I got you

All the slippin that I slap me
I got you, I got you
All the slippin that I slap me