My tea's gone cold I'm why I Got out of bed at all The morning clouds up my window And I see at all And even if I could all be gray, Put picture on my wall It reminds me, it's not so bad, not so bad
My tea's cold I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The rain clouds up my window And I see at all And even if I it'll all be gray, Put picture on my wall It reminds me, it's not so bad, not so bad
Dear Slim, I you but still ain't callin' I my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em There probably was a at the post office or somethin' I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call I'm a her Bonnie I about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who want him I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm biggest fan I even got the underground shit that you did with I got a room full of posters and your pictures man I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, shit was fat Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back, Just to chat, truly yours, biggest fan is Stan
Dear Slim, you still called or wrote, I hope you have a chance I ain't mad, I just it's fucked up you don't answer fans If you didn't talk to me outside your concert You have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew my little brother man, he's only six years old We waited in the blistering for you, For four hours and you said, "No." That's shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol He wants to be just like you man, he likes you than I do I that mad though, I just don't like bein' lied to Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would back, See I'm like you in a way I never my father neither, He used to cheat on my mom and beat her I can relate to what you're in your songs So when I have a shitty day, I drift and put 'em on 'Cause I don't really got else so that shit helps when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo of your name the chest I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a rush for me See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you it My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you But she don't know you I know you Slim, no one does She don't know it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man, be the biggest fan you'll ever lose Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we be together too
My tea's gone I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The rain clouds up my window And I see at all And even if I it'll all be gray, Put your picture on my It reminds me, it's not so bad, not so bad
Dear "I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans", will be the last package I ever send your ass It's six months and still no word, I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters, I the addresses on 'em perfect So this is my cassette I'm you, I hope you hear it I'm in the car now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway Hey Slim, I a fifth of vodka, You dare me to You know the by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" About that guy who could a saved other guy from drowning But didn't, then Phil saw it all, at a a show he found him? That's kinda how is, you could a rescued me from drowning Now too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a I you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall I love you Slim, we been together, think about it You ruined it now, I hope you can't and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you sleep and you scream about it I hope conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me See Slim, up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk! Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't you 'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and she'll die too Well, go, I'm almost at the bridge now Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send shit out?
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I been busy You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far is she? Look, I'm flattered you would call your daughter that And here's an autograph for brother, I wrote it on the cap I'm sorry I see you at the show, I must of missed you Don't I did that shit intentionally just to diss you But what's this shit you said about you like to cut wrists too? I say that just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you? You got some issues Stan, I think you need some To help ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some And this shit about us meant to be together? That type of will make me not want us to meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend need other Or maybe you need to treat her better I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it you in time Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just If you a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do you as a fan I just don't you to do some crazy shit I seen this one shit on the news a weeks ago that made me sick Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a And had his in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid And in the car they a tape, but they didn't say who it was to Come to think about, his was, it was you Damn!