My tea's gone 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 could it'll all be Put your on my wall It me, that it's not so bad not so bad
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 me, that it's not so bad not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you but still ain't I left my cell, my pager, and my home at the bottom I sent two letters in autumn, you must not-a 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 been up? Man your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm to be a father If I have a daughter, guess I'm a call her? I'm a her Bonnie I read your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself over 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 with I got a room full of your posters and 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, yours, your biggest fan This is
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 if I could it'll all be gray Put your on my wall It me, that it's not so bad not so bad
Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you a chance I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you answer fans If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an for Matthew my little brother man, he's only six years old We waited in the cold for you, For four hours and you said, "No." That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' He to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein' 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 knew my father He used to always on my mom and beat her I can relate to what you're saying in 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 cut myself to see how much it bleeds It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden for me See you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it My girlfriend's 'cause I talk about you 24/7 But she know you like I know you Slim, no one does She don't know it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man be the biggest fan you'll ever lose Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be too
My gone cold 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 on my wall It reminds me, 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 been six 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 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 other guy from But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me 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, think it You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you about it And when you dream I hope you sleep and you scream about it I hope conscience 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 slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you 'Cause if she she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too Well, go, I'm almost at the bridge now Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit
My gone cold 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 it'll all be Put your picture on my It reminds me, it's not so bad not so bad
Dear Stan, I to write you sooner but I just been busy You your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really flattered you would call daughter that And here's an for your brother I it on the Starter cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I of missed you Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to 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 walls when you get down And what's this about us meant to be together? That type of shit will make me not us to meet each other I really you and your girlfriend 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 glad I you but Stan Why are you so mad? Try to understand, I do want you as a fan I just want you to do some crazy shit I seen this one on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a 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!