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 gray But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad
Dear Slim,
I wrote you but you still ain't calling 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 them There probably
was a problem at the post office or something
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot them
But anyways,
* it,
what's been up,
man,
how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too,
I'm about to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?
I'ma 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 every day,
but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground * that you did with Scam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures,
man
I like the * you did with Rockers too,
that * 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 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 gray But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad
Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote?
I hope you had the chance
I ain't mad,
I just think it's * up 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 a blistering cold for you
for four hours and you just said no
That's pretty shitty,
man,
you're like his * idol
He wants to be just like you,
man,
he likes you more than I do,
huh?
I ain't that mad,
but I just don't like being 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 saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty day,
I drift away and put them on
Cause I don't really got * else,
so that * 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 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 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 gray But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad