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
Even if I could, it'd all be grey,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad
I wrote you but you still ain't calling
I left my cell, my pager
and my home phone at the bottom,
I sent two letters back in autumn,
you must not have got em,
there probably was a problem
in the post office or something,
sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot em,
but anyways, fuck 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 I'ma call her,
I'ma 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 everyday,
but I'm your biggest fan.
I even got the underground shit
that you did with scam
I got a room full of your posters
and your pictures man.
I like the shit you did with rockets, too
That shit was fat.
Anyways, I hope you get this man.
Hit me back. It's just a chat.
Truly yours, your biggest fan.
This is Stan
Could it all be grey?
Put your picture on my wall
And let my eyes read
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 fucked up
you don't answer fans
If you didn't want to talk to me
outside the concert
You didn't have to
But you could've 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
Four hours and you just said no
That's pretty shitty, man.
You're like his fucking 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 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 them 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
Dear mister,
I'm too good to call and write my fans
This'll be the last package I ever
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 them perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you,
I hope you hear it
I'm in a 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 Bill Collins
from the air of the night
About that guy who could've saved that
other guy from drowning but didn't
Then Bill saw it all,
then at his show he found him
That's kinda how this is,
you could've 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 of a call
I hope you know
I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim,
we could've 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 trying to talk
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend
screaming in the trunk
But I did n'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?
And I can't see at all,
even if I could it'd all be grey
Put your picture on my wall,
can't grab my arm between
But it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner
but I've 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 the starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show,
I must've missed you
Don't think I did that shit
in tentionally
just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you
like to cut your wrist too?
I say that shit just clowning dawg,
come on how fucked it fits 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
But 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 with 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