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 it'll all be gray Put picture 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 clouds up my window And I see at all And even if I could all be gray Put your picture on my It me, that 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 two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em There was a problem at the post office or somethin' Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy I jot 'em But anyways, it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter? My girlfriend's too, I'm bout to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a her? I'm a her Bonnie I read about Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself some bitch who didn't want him I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your fan I even got the underground shit that you did Skam 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
My tea's gone cold I'm why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain up my window And I see at all And even if I it'll all be gray Put your picture on my It me, that it's not so bad not so bad
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 wanna talk to me your concert You didn't to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew That's my little brother man, he's only six old We waited in the cold for you, For hours and you just said, "No." That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' He wants to be just like you man, he you more than I do I ain't that mad though, I don't like bein' lied to Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd you you would write back See I'm like you in a way I knew my father neither He used to always on my mom and beat her I can to what you're saying in your songs So when I a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on 'Cause I don't really got shit else so that helps when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo of name across the chest Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it It's adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden 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 what it was like for people like us 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 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 it'll all be gray Put picture on my wall 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 package I ever send your ass It's been six months and still no word, I don't 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 a fifth of vodka You dare me to You know the song by Collins, "In the Air of the Night" About that guy who could a saved that other guy from But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found That's how this is, you could a rescued me from drowning Now too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy And all I was a lousy letter or a call I you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall I love you Slim, we coulda been together, 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 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 suffer 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 this shit out?
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 if I could it'll all be gray Put your on my wall It reminds me, it's not so bad not so bad
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I been busy You said girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter And an autograph for your brother I wrote it on the cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must of you Don't think I did that shit intentionally 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 your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get some And what's shit about us meant to be together? That of shit will make me not want us to meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend each other Or maybe you need to treat her better I hope you get to read this letter, I just it reaches you in time Before you hurt yourself, I think you'll be doin' just fine If you a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan Why are you so Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan I just don't want you to do some shit I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago made me sick Some 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 Come to think about, his was, it was you Damn!