My tea's gone I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning 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
My gone cold I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain up my window And I see at all And even if I could all be gray, Put your picture on my It reminds me, it's not so bad, not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you but ain't callin' I left my cell, my pager, and my home at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must got 'em There probably was a problem at the post office or Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy I jot 'em But anyways, fuck it, what's up? Man how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a If I a daughter, guess what I'm a call her? I'm a her Bonnie I read about your Ronnie too I'm sorry I had a kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm biggest fan I even got the shit that you did with Skam I got a room of your posters and your pictures man I like the shit you did Rawkus too, that shit was fat Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back, Just to chat, truly yours, your fan is Stan
Dear Slim, you ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance I mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans If you didn't talk to me outside your concert You didn't to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew That's my little man, he's only six years old We in the blistering cold for you, For four hours and you said, "No." That's pretty shitty man, you're like his idol He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more I do I ain't that mad though, I just like bein' lied to Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd you you would write back, See I'm just you in a way I never knew my neither, He to always cheat on my mom and beat her I can relate to what saying in your songs So when I have a day, I drift away and put 'em on 'Cause I don't really got shit else so that helps when I'm depressed I got a tattoo of your name across the chest I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds It's like adrenaline, the pain is a sudden rush for me See everything you say is real, and I respect you you tell it My girlfriend's jealous I talk about you 24/7 But she don't know you like I you Slim, no one does She don't know what it was like for people us growin' up, you gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever yours, Stan, P.S. we should be together too
My tea's cold I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain up my window And I see at all And if I could 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", This will be the last package I send your ass It's been six months and no word, I don't deserve it? I know you got my two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I you hear it I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the Hey Slim, I drank a of vodka, You me to drive? You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" About that guy who could a saved that guy from drowning But didn't, Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him? That's kinda how is, you could a rescued me from drowning Now it's too late, I'm on a downers now, I'm drowsy And all I wanted was a lousy or a call I hope you know I ripped all of pictures off the wall I you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it You ruined it now, I you can't sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you about it I your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me See Slim, up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk! Hey Slim, my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk But I didn't slit her throat, I just her up, see I ain't like you 'Cause if she suffocates she'll more, and then she'll die too Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the now Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send shit out?
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just busy You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far is she? Look, I'm really flattered you would your daughter that And here's an for your brother, I wrote it on the cap I'm I didn't see you at the show, I must of missed you Don't think I did that shit just to diss you But what's this shit you about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that shit just dog, come on, how fucked up is you? You got some issues Stan, I think you some counseling To help your ass from bouncing off the when you get down some And this shit about us meant to be together? That type of shit will me not want us to meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend need each Or maybe you just need to treat her I hope you get to read this letter, I hope it reaches you in time Before you hurt yourself, I think you'll be doin' just fine If you relax a little, I'm glad I you but Stan Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do you as a fan I just don't want you to do crazy shit I this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was with his kid And in the car they a tape, but they didn't say who it was to to think about, his name was, it was you Damn!