My tea's gone cold I'm why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my 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
My tea's gone cold I'm 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 your picture on my It reminds me, it's not so bad, not so bad
Dear Slim, I you but still 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 probably was a at the post office or somethin' Sometimes I scribble too sloppy when I jot 'em But anyways, fuck it, been up? Man how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm to be a father If I have a daughter, what I'm a call her? I'm a her Bonnie I about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry I had a friend himself over some bitch who didn't want him I know you probably 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 Rawkus too, that shit was fat Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back, Just to chat, truly yours, your fan This is
Dear Slim, you still ain't or wrote, I hope you have a chance I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't fans If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your You didn't to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew my little brother man, he's only six years old We in the blistering cold for you, For hours and you just said, "No." That's shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more I do I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein' 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 knew my father neither, He used to cheat on my mom and beat her I can relate to what you're saying in songs So when I have a day, I drift away and put 'em on 'Cause I don't really got else so that shit helps when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo of name across the chest Sometimes I cut myself to see how much it bleeds like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me See you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I about you 24/7 But she don't you like I know you Slim, no one does She 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 Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we be together too
My gone cold I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my 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
Dear "I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans", This will be the last package I send your ass It's been six and still no word, I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters, I the addresses on 'em perfect So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you it I'm in the car right now, I'm 90 on the freeway Hey Slim, I drank a of vodka, You dare me to You know the song by Collins, "In the Air of the Night" About that guy who could a saved other guy from drowning But didn't, Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him? That's kinda how this is, you could a me from drowning Now too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy And all I was a lousy letter or a call I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the I love you Slim, we been together, think about it You ruined it now, I you can't sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you sleep and you scream about it I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe me See Slim, up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk! Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend in the trunk But I didn't slit her throat, I just 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 this shit
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is Look, I'm flattered you would call your 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 of missed you Don't I did that shit intentionally just to diss you But what's shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that shit just clownin' dog, come on, how up is you? You got some issues Stan, I think you need some To help your ass bouncing off the walls when you get down some And what's shit about us meant to be together? type of shit will make me not want us to meet each other I really you and your girlfriend need each other Or maybe you need to treat her better I you get to read this letter, I just 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 you but Stan Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do you as a fan I just don't want you to do some shit I seen one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick Some dude was drunk and drove his car a bridge And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant his kid And in the car they a tape, but they didn't say who it was to to think about, his name was, it was you Damn!