(S. Weiland)

I got you
But it's 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
'Cause you're 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 it's the feeling that I get when you're away
Twist my mind,
'Cause I'm all alone and cold, I feel like dyin'
And I got you to fill the craving that I get inside my mind
When you're 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