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  My tea's gone   cold, I'm wonderin'w  hy
Got   out of   bed at all  
The morning   rain clouds up my   window
And   I can't   see at all  
And even   if I could it'll   all be gray
But your   picture   on my wall  
It remin  ds me that it's   not so bad
It's   not so   bad   
 
 
  My tea's gone   cold, I'm wonderin'w  hy
Got   out of   bed at all  
The morning   rain clouds up my   window
And   I can't   see at all  
And even   if I could it'll   all be gray
But your   picture   on my wall  
It remin  ds me that it's   not so bad
It's   not so bad
 
 
  Dear Slim, I wrote you,   but you still ain't callin   
I left my cell, my pager, and my   home phone at the bot  tom   
I sent two letters back in Autu  mn, you must not have got 'em   
There probably was a problem with the   post office or   somethin'
  Sometimes I scribble addresses too   sloppy when I jot 'em   
But anyway, what's been   up man, how's your   daughter   ?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be   a father
If I have a   daughter, guess what I'm a call her  
I'm a name her Bonnie   
I read about your Uncle   Ronnie too, I'm sorry
  I had a friend kill himself over   some b**** who didn't   want him  
I know you probably hear this every day  , but I'm your biggest fan  
I even got that undergr  ound s*** that you did with   Skam    
I got a room full of your   posters and your pictures man   
I like that s*** you did with   Rawkus too, that   s*** was phat   
Anyways, I hope you   get this man, hit me back
  Just to chat, truly yours, your   biggest fan, this is Stan
 
 
  My tea's gone   cold, I'm wonderin'w  hy
Got   out of   bed at all  
The morning   rain clouds up my   window
And   I can't   see at all  
And even   if I could it'll   all be gray
But your   picture   on my wall  
It remin  ds me that it's   not so bad
It's   not so   bad   
 
 
 
Dear   Slim, you still ain't called or w  rote, I hope you have a chance,
  I ain't mad, I think it's just   f***** up that you don't answer fans  
If you didn't wanna talk to   me outside your concert
You didn't   have to, but you could've signed an   autograph for   Matthew
That's my   little brother man, he's only   six years old
We waited in the   blistering cold for you
For   four hours and you   just said no   
That's pretty s****y man, you're   like his f***ing idol
He   wants to be just like you man, he l  ikes you more than I do   
I ain't that mad though,   I just don't like being lied to
Rememb  er when we met in Denver  , you said if I   write you
You would   write back, see I'm just like   you in a way
I never knew my   father neither
He used to   always cheat on my   mom and beat her   
I can relate to what you're   saying in your songs
So when I   have a s****y day, I drift   away and put em   on
Cause I don't   really got s*** else, so that s***   helps when I'm depressed
  I even got a tattoo of your   name across the chest
  Sometimes I even cut myself to   see how much it bleeds
Its like   adrenaline, the pain is such   a sudden rush   for me
See ever  thing you say is real, and I res  pect you cause you tell it
My girl  friend's jealous, because I talk   about you 24/7  
  But she don't know you like I know you   slim, no one does
  She don't know what it was like for people   like us growin'up  
You gotta   call me man, I'll be the biggest   fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely   yours, Stan, p.s.
  We should be together too
 
 
  My tea's gone   cold, I'm wonderin'w  hy
Got   out of   bed at all  
The morning   rain clouds up my   window
And   I can't   see at all  
And even   if I could it'll   all be gray
But your   picture   on my wall  
It remin  ds me that it's   not so bad
It's   not so bad
 
 
  Dear Mr I'm-Too-Good-To-C  all-Or-Write-My-Fans   
This'll be the last package I   ever send your a**  
It's been six   months and still no words
I don't des  erve it
I know you got my   last two letters
I wrote the add  resses on them perfect  
  So this is my cassette I'm sending you  , I hope you hear it
I'm   in the car right now, I'm doin'9  0 on the freeway  
  Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of   vodka, dare me to drive   ?
You know that song by Phil   Collins, In the Air of the Night
  About that guy who could've saved that   other guy from drowning
But   didn't, but Phil saw it all,   then at a show he found h  im
  That's kinda how this is, you could've   rescued me from drowning
Now it's   too late, I'm on a 1,000   downers now,   I'm drowsy
  And all I wanted was a lousy   letter or a call
  I hope you know I ripped all of your   pictures off   my wall
  I love you Slim, we could've   been together, think about   it
You ruined it now, I   hope you can't sleep and you dream about it  
And when you dream, I hope you   can't sleep and you scream about it
  I hope your conscience eats at   you and you can't   breathe without m  e
See Slim, shu  t up b****, I'm trying to talk
  Hey Slim, that's my girl  friend screamin'in the t  runk
  But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her   up, see I ain't like you
  Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer   more, then she'll   die too  
Well, gotta go,   I'm almost under the bridge now  
Oh s***, I forgot,   how am I supposed to send this s*** out ?
 
 
          (2x)
 
 
  My tea's gone   cold, I'm wonderin'w  hy
Got   out of   bed at all  
The morning   rain clouds up my   window
And   I can't   see at all  
And even   if I could it'll   all be gray
But your   picture   on my wall  
It remin  ds 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 busy
  You say your girlfriend's pregnant now  , how far along is   she ?
  Look, I'm really flattered you would   call your daughter that
And here's an   autograph for your brother
I   wrote it on   this Starter cap  
I'm sorry I didn't   see you at the show, I must've missed you
  Don't think I did that s***   intentionally   just to dis you   
But what's that s*** you said   about you like to cut your wrists too   ?
I say that s*** just clownin'dog    
C'mon, how f***ed up is you ?  
You got some issues, Stan, I   think you need some counseling
  To keep your a** from bouncin'off the w  alls when you get d  own some    
And what's this s*** about us   meant to be together ?
  That type of s*** will make me not   want us to meet each   other   
I really think you and your   girlfriend need each other
  Or maybe you just need to treat her   better
  I hope you get to   read this letter, I hope it   reaches you in time
Before you   hurt yourself, I think that you'll   be doin just fine
If you re  lax a little, I'm glad that I in  spire you, but Stan
Why   are you so mad ? Try to unde  rstand, that I do   want you as a   fan
I just don't want you to   do some crazy s***
I seen this   one s*** on the news a couple of   weeks ago that   made me sick   
Some dude was drunk and drove his   car over a bridge
And had his   girlfriend in his trunk and she was   pregnant with his   kid
And in the   car they found a tape, didn't   say who it was to
Come to   think about it, his name was,   it was you...   
  Damn

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