CHORUS:
My tea´s gone cold,I´m wondering why I 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´d all be grey, but your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it´s not so bad, it´s not so bad
My tea´s gone cold,I´m wondering why I 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´d all be grey, but your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it´s not so bad, it´s not so bad

VERSE 1:

Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain´t callin´
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn
You must not have got ´em
It probably was a problem at the post office or somethin´

Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot ´em
But anyways, fuck it, what´s been up man, how´s your daughter?
My girlfriend´s pregnant too, I´m out 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 bitch who didn´t want him.
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I´m your biggest fan.
I even got the underground shit that you did with ScamZ.

I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man.
I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was fat.
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat
Truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan.

CHORUS:
My tea´s gone cold,I´m wondering why I 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´d all be grey, but your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it´s not so bad, it´s not so bad

VERSE 2:

Dear Slim, you still ain´t called or wrote, I hope you have the chance.
I ain´t mad, I just think it´s fucked up you don´t answer fans.
If you didn´t want to talk to me outside your concert You didn´t have to
but you could have signed an autograph for Matthew.
That´s my little brother, man. He´s only 6 years old.
We waited in the blistering cold for you for 4 hours and ya just said no.
That´s pretty shitty man, you´re like his fuckin´ idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do.

I ain´t that mad, but I just don´t like bein´ lied to.
Remember 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 sayin´ in your songs.
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put ´em on.
Cause I don´t really got shit else, so that shit helps when I´m depressed.
I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest.

Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds.
It´s like adrenaline. The Pain is such a sudden rush for me.
See, everything you say is real, and I respect you ´cause you tell it.
My girlfriend´s jealous ´cause 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 growing up.
You´ve gotta call me man. I´ll be the biggest fan you´ll ever lose.
Sincerely yours, Stan. PS: We should be together too.

CHORUS:
My tea´s gone cold,I´m wondering why I 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´d all be grey, but your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it´s not so bad, it´s not so bad

VERSE 3:

Dear Mr. `I´m too good to call or write my fans`
This´ll be the last package I ever send your ass.
It´s been six months and still no word. I don´t deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses 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 call.
I hope you know I ripped all o´ your pictures off the wall.
I love you Slim, we could have 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 conscious eats at you and you can´t breathe without me.
See Slim, {screaming} shut up bitch, I´m trying to talk
Hey Slim, that´s my girlfriend screaming in the trunk.
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, and then she´ll die too.
Well, gotta go, I´m almost at the bridge now.
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?

{screeching tires, crashing sounds, car splashes into the water}

VERSE 4:

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I´ve just been busy.
You said 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 your Starter cap.

…his name was…it was you. DAMN!

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