When my mind begins to wander to the spoon
And I got you to paint the sorrow on my day
I got you
'Cause the fix begins to twist my troubled mind
All the slippin' that I slap me
Troubled times
And I got you to paint the roses on my grave
I got you
All the slippin' that I slap me
'Cause when I'm alone and cold, I feel like dyin'
Troubled times
I got you, I got you
'Cause you're there to bend and nurture me through these
And I got you
And I got you to paint the sorrow on my day
I got you
I got you, I got you
To fill the space I have inside, I feel like cryin'
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
And I got you to paint the roses on my grave
And I got you
And I got you
But it's the craving for the good life that sees me through
When my mind begins to wander to the spoon
When you're there
All the slippin' that I slap me
Twist my mind
To fill the craving that I get inside my mind
And I got you
I got you
And I got you
And I got you
But it's the feeling that I get when you're away
I got you
All the slippin' that I slap me
Troubled times
