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 picture on my wall It me, that it's not so bad, not so bad
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 it'll all be gray, Put picture on my wall It reminds me, that not so bad, not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you but ain't callin' I left my cell, my pager, and my phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you 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, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's daughter? My girlfriend's too, I'm bout to be a father If I have a daughter, guess 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 hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan I even got the underground shit you did with Skam I got a room of your posters and your pictures man I the shit you did with Rawkus 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 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 outside concert You didn't to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew That's my little brother man, only six years old We waited in the blistering for you, For four hours and you said, "No." That's shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol He wants to be just like you man, he likes you than I do I ain't mad though, I just 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 never knew my neither, He used to always on my mom and beat her I can relate to what you're in your songs So when I have a day, I drift away and put 'em on 'Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm I got a tattoo of your name across the chest I even cut myself 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 cause you it My jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7 But she know 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 fan you'll ever lose yours, Stan, P.S. we should be together too
My tea's 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 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 Good To Call Or My Fans", This be the last package I ever send your ass It's been six months and still no word, I deserve it? I know you got my two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect So is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it I'm in the car now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway Hey Slim, I a fifth of vodka, You dare me to You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" that guy who could a saved that other guy from drowning But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a he found him? kinda 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 letter or a call I hope you know I ripped all of your off the wall I you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it You ruined it now, I hope you can't and you dream about it And when you dream I you can't 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 just her up, see I ain't like you if she suffocates 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 to send this shit out?
Dear Stan, I meant to you sooner but I just been busy You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is Look, I'm really flattered you would your daughter that And an autograph for your 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 like to cut wrists too? I say that shit just clownin' dog, come on, how 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 meant to be That type of shit make me not want 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 this letter, I hope it reaches you in time Before you yourself, I think that 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, that I do you as a fan I just don't want you to do crazy shit I this one shit 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 they say who it was to to think about, his name was, it was you Damn!