My tea's cold 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 it'll all be gray, Put your picture on my It reminds me, that 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 it'll all be gray, Put your on my wall It me, that it's not so bad, not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you but still callin' I left my cell, my pager, and my phone at the bottom I sent two back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em There was a problem at the post office or somethin' Sometimes I scribble addresses too when I jot 'em But anyways, fuck it, been up? Man how's your daughter? My girlfriend's too, I'm bout to be a father If I have a daughter, what I'm a call her? I'm a name her I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm I had a kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him I you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan I even got the underground shit that you did with I got a room full of your posters and your 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 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 fans If you didn't talk to me outside your concert You didn't 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 four hours and you said, "No." That's pretty shitty man, you're like his idol He to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do I ain't that mad though, I don't like bein' lied to when 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 used to always on my mom and beat her I can relate to what saying in your songs So I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on 'Cause I really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo of your name across the Sometimes I even cut to see how much it bleeds It's like adrenaline, the pain is a sudden rush for me See everything you say is real, and I respect you you tell 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 what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man, I'll be the fan you'll ever lose Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we be together too
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 even if I it'll all be gray, Put your picture on my 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 six months and still no word, I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the on 'em perfect So is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the Hey Slim, I a fifth of vodka, You me to drive? You know the by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" About that guy who could a saved that guy from drowning But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a he found him? That's how this is, you could a rescued me from drowning Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand now, I'm drowsy And all I wanted was a lousy or a call I hope you I ripped all of your pictures off the wall I love you Slim, we been together, think about it You ruined it now, I hope you sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you can't 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, 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 suffocates she'll suffer more, and she'll die too Well, gotta go, I'm at the bridge now Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send shit out?
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been You said girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really flattered you would call daughter that And here's an autograph for brother, I it on the Starter cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must of you Don't think I did that shit just to diss you But this shit you said about you like 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 need counseling To help your ass from bouncing off the when you get down some And what's this shit about us to be together? That type of shit will make me not us to meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend need each Or maybe you just to treat her better I hope you get to read letter, I just hope it reaches you in time Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just 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 crazy I seen this one shit on the news a 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!