My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at allthe morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at allAnd even if I could it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wallit reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote, but you still ain't callinI left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottomI sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'emThere probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'emBut anyways, fuck it, what's been up man, how's your daughter?My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a fatherIf I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorryI had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want himI know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fanI even got the underground shit that you did with Scam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, manI like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was fatAnyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chatTruly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why Igot out of bed at allThe morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at allAnd even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wallIt reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wroteI hope you have the chanceI ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fansIf you didn't want to talk to me outside your concertYou didn't have to but you could have signed an autographfor MatthewThat's my little brother, man. He's only 6 years oldWe waited in the blistering cold for you for 4 hoursand ya just said no.That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idolHe wants to be just like you man, he likes you morethan I do
I ain't that mad, but I just don't like bein' lied toRemember when we met in Denver, you said if I write youYou would write back. See, I'm just like you in a wayI never knew my father neitherHe used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songsSo when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em onCause I don't really got shit else, so that shit helpswhen I'm depressedI even got a tattoo with your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleedsIt's like adrenaline. The Pain is such a sudden rush for meSee, everything you say is real, and I respect you'Cause you tell itMy girlfriend's jealous, 'cause I talk about you 24/7But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one doesShe don't know what it was like for people like us growing upYou've gotta call me man. I'll be the biggest fanyou'll ever loseSincerely yours, StanPS: we should be together too
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at allthe morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at allAnd even if I could it'd all be gray, to put your picture on my wallit reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Mr. "I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans"This'll be the last package I ever send, your assIt's been six months and still no word. I don'tdeserve it?I know you got my last two letters, I wrote theaddresses on 'em perfect
So this 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 freeway.Hey Slim, "I drank a fifth of vodka, ya dare me to drive?"You know that song by Phil Collins from "The Air In The Night"?About that guy who could have saved that other guy from drowning?But didn't? Then Phil saw it all then at his show he found him?That's kinda how this is. You could have rescued me from drowning.Now it's too late. I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy.
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a callI hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wallI love you Slim, we could have been together. Think about itYou ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about itAnd when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream aboutitI hope your conscious eats at you and you can't breathe withoutmeSee Slim, shut up bitch, I'm trying to talkHey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunkBut I didn't slit her throatI just tied her up, see I ain't like you'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer moreand then she'll die too.Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge nowOh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at allthe morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at allAnd even if I could it'd all be great, but your picture on my wallit reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I've just been busyYou said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter thatAnd here's an autograph for your brother: I wrote iton your Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must have missed youDon't think I did that shit intentionally, just to diss youAnd what's this shit you said about youlike to cut your wrists too?I say that shit just clownin' dawgc'mon, how fucked up is you?You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'To help your ass from bouncin' off thewalls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be together?That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each otherI really think you and your girlfriend need each otherOr maybe you just need to treat her betterI hope you get to read this letterI just hope it reaches you in timeBefore you hurt yourself, I think that you'd be doin'just fineIf you'd relax a little. I'm glad that I inspire you, but StanWhy are you so mad? Try to understand that I do wantyou as a fanI just don't want you to do some crazy shit.I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks agothat made me sickSome dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridgeAnd had his girlfriend in the trunk and she waspregnant with his kidAnd in the car they found a tape but it didn't say whoIt was toCome to think about it... His name was... It was youDamn