My tea's gone I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my And I see at all And even if I could all be gray, Put your on my wall It reminds me, it's not so bad, not so bad
My tea's gone 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 on my wall It reminds me, that not so bad, not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you but still ain't I my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you not-a got 'em There probably was a problem at the office or somethin' Sometimes I scribble addresses too when I jot 'em But anyways, fuck it, what's up? Man how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm to be a father If I have a daughter, what I'm a call her? I'm a name her I read about your Ronnie too I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself over some who didn't want him I know you probably this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan I even got the underground shit that you did Skam I got a room full of posters and your pictures man I the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back, to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan This is
Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer If you wanna talk to me outside your concert You have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew That's my little man, he's only six years old We waited in the blistering for you, For hours and you just said, "No." That's pretty shitty man, like his fuckin' idol He wants to be just you man, he likes you more than I do I ain't that mad though, I just like bein' lied to Remember we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would write back, See I'm just you in a way I never my father neither, He to always cheat on my mom and beat her I can relate to what you're in your songs So I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on 'Cause I don't really got shit so that shit helps when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo of your name the chest Sometimes I even cut to see how much it bleeds like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you it My jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7 But she don't know you I know you Slim, no one does She don't know what it was for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man, I'll be the fan you'll ever lose yours, Stan, P.S. we should be together too
My gone 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, that not so bad, not so bad
Dear Mister "I'm Too To Call Or Write My Fans", This will be the package I ever send your ass It's been six months and still no word, I deserve it? I you got my last 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 90 on the freeway Hey Slim, I drank a of vodka, You dare me to You know the by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" About guy who could a saved that other guy from drowning But didn't, then Phil saw it all, at a a show he found him? That's kinda how this is, you could a me from drowning Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm And all I wanted was a lousy or a call I you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall I you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it You ruined it now, I hope you sleep and you dream about it And you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it I hope your eats at you and you can't breathe without me See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm to talk! Hey Slim, that's my screamin' in the trunk But I didn't her throat, I just tied 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 at the bridge now Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to this shit out?
Dear Stan, I to write you sooner but I just been busy You said girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really you would call your daughter that And here's an autograph for brother, I it on the Starter cap I'm sorry I see you at the show, I must of missed you Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to you But what's this shit you said about you to cut your wrists too? I say that shit clownin' 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 walls when you get some And what's this shit us meant to be together? That type of shit will make me not want us to each other I really you and your girlfriend need each other Or maybe you just need to her better I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in Before you hurt yourself, I think you'll be doin' just fine If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Why are you so mad? Try to understand, I do want you as a fan I just don't want you to do crazy shit I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago 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 found a tape, but didn't say who it was to to think about, his name was, it was you Damn!