Stan (Instrumental)

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. 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 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-a got 'em There probably was a problem at the post office or something Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em But anyways; f*** it, 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'ma call her? I'ma name her Bonnie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry I had a friend [killed] himself over some b**** who didn't want him I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan I even got the underground s*** that you did with Skam I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man I like the s*** you did with Ruckus 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 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 have a chance I ain't mad - I just think it's f***ed up you don't answer fans If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert You didn't have to, but you coulda 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, Four hours and you just said, "No." That's pretty sh**ty man - you're like his f**kin' idol He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do I ain't that mad, thoiugh, i just don't like bein lied to Remeber when we met in Denver, you said if I write to you you would write back See, i'm just like you in 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 sh**ty day, i drift away and put em on Cuz i ain't really got s**t else so that s**t 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 'cuz 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 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 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 Mister-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], dare me to drive? You know the song by Phil Collins "In the Air Tonight" About that guy, who coulda saved that other guy from drownin, But didn't then Phil saw it all then at that show he found him That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drownin No 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 of your pictures of the wall I love you Slim, we coulda 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 me See Slim; shut up b****! I'm trying to talk! Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend But I didn't, I just [tied her up], see I ain't like you Cause if she she'll suffer more, and then she'll [die], too Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now Oh s**t, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this s**t out? Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I 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 the Starter cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you Don't think I did that s**t intentionally just to diss you And what's this s**t you said about you like to [cut] your wrists too? I say that [shit] just clowning dog, C'mon - how f**ked up is you? You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counselling To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some And what's this s**t about us meant to be together? That type of s**t'll 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 just hope it reaches you in time Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin just fine If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan I just don't want you to do some crazy [shit] I seen this one s**t on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge And had his [girlfriend in the trunk], and she was pregnant with his kid And in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to Come to think about, his name was. it was you Damn!