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 on my wall 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 rain clouds up my window And I see at all And even if I it'll all be gray, Put your on my wall It reminds me, it's not so bad, not so bad
Dear Slim, I you but still ain't callin' I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the I two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em probably was a problem at the post office or somethin' Sometimes I scribble too sloppy when I jot 'em But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm to be a father If I a daughter, guess what I'm a call her? I'm a name her I read your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself over some who didn't want him I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your fan I got the underground shit that you did with Skam I got a room of your posters and your pictures man I like the shit you did with 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 ain't mad, I just think it's up you don't answer fans If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an for Matthew That's my little brother man, he's six years old We in the blistering cold for you, For four and you just said, "No." That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' He wants to be just like you man, he likes you 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 write you you write back, See I'm just you in a way I never knew my neither, He used to cheat on my mom and beat her I can relate to you're saying in your songs So when I have a day, I drift away and put 'em on 'Cause I don't got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo of your name the chest Sometimes I cut myself to see how much it bleeds It's like adrenaline, the is such a sudden rush for me See you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk you 24/7 But she don't you like I know you Slim, no one does She don't what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll lose Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be too
My tea's cold 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 it'll all be gray, Put your picture on my It me, that it's not so bad, not so bad
Dear Mister "I'm Too To Call Or Write My Fans", This will be the last package I 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 sending you, I hope you 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 song by Collins, "In the Air of the Night" About that guy who 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 a rescued me from drowning Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm And all I wanted was a letter or a call I hope you know I all of your pictures off the wall I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think it You ruined it now, I you can't sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you sleep and you scream about it I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe me See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm to talk! Hey Slim, my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk But I didn't slit her throat, I tied her up, see I ain't like you 'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and she'll die too Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the now Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit
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 flattered you would call your daughter 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 think I did that intentionally just to diss you But what's this you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that shit just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is You got issues Stan, I think you need some counseling To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get some And what's 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 need each other Or maybe you just to treat her better I hope you get to this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be just fine If you relax a little, I'm I inspire 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 some shit I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago 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 found a tape, but didn't say who it was to Come to about, his name was, it was you Damn!