My tea's gone cold
I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me
That it's not so bad it's not so bad
My tea's gone cold
I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Slim I wrote you but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell my pager
And my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn
You must not've got em
There probably was a problem
At the post office or something
Sometimes I scribble addresses too
Sloppy when I jot em
But anyways f**k it what's been up man
How's your daughter
My girlfriend's pregnant too
I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter guess what Imma call her
Imma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch
Who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day
But I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit
That you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters
And your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too
That shit was phat
Anyways I hope you get this man hit me back
Just to chat truly yours your biggest fan this is Stan
My tea's gone cold
I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Slim you still ain't called or wrote;
I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad I just think it's f**ked up
You don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside the concert
You didn't have to but you
Coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you
For four hours and you just said no
That's pretty shitty man
You're like his f**king idol
He wants to be just like you man
He likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though
I just don't like being lied to
Remember when we met in Denver
You said if I'd write you you would write back
See I'm just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither
He used to always cheat on my Mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty day
I drift away and put 'em on
Cause I don't really got shit else
So that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline
The pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real
And I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like
I know you Slim no one does
She don't know what it was
Like for people like us growing up
You gotta call me man
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours Stan
P S We should be together too
My tea's gone cold
I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up
My window and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad it's not so bad
Dear Mr I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans
This'll be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word
I don't deserve it
I know you got my last two letters
I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette
I'm sending you I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now
I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive
You know the song
By Phil Collins "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who coulda saved
That other guy from drowning
But didn't then Phil saw it all
Then at a a show he found him
That's kinda how this is
You coulda rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late I'm on a thousand
Downers now I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know
I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I loved you Slim
We coulda been together think about it
You ruined it now
I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream
I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you
And you can't breathe without me
See Slim shut up bitch I'm tryna talk
Hey Slim that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat
I just tied her up see I ain't like you
Cause if she suffocates
She'll suffer more and then she'll die too
Well gotta go I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit I forgot how am
I supposed to send this shit out
My tea's gone cold
I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up
My window and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad it's not so bad
Dear Stan I meant to write you sooner
But I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now
How far along is she
Look I'm really flattered you
Would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for your brother
I wrote it on a Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show
I musta missed you
Don't think I did that shit
Intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said
About you like to cut your wrists too
I say that shit just clowning dog come on
How f**ked up is you
You got some issues Stan
I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls
When you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be together
That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter
I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself
I think that you'll be doing just fine
If you relax a little I'm glad I inspire you but Stan
Why are you so mad
Try to understand that I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple
Weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk
And she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape
But they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about it his name was it was you damn