My

tea's

gone

cold

I'm

wonde-

ring

why

I

got

out of

bed

at

all

The

mor-

ning

rain

clouds

up

my

win-

dow

and

I

can't

see

at

all

And

even

if

I

could

it

will

all

be

gray,

but

your

pic-

ture

on

my

wall

It

re-

minds

me,

that

it's

not

so

bad,

it's

not

so

bad

My

tea's

gone

cold

I'm

wonde-

ring

why

I

got

out of

bed

at

all

The

mor-

ning

rain

clouds

up

my

win-

dow

and

I

can't

see

at

all

And

even

if

I

could

it

will

all

be

gray,

but

your

pic-

ture

on

my

wall

It

re-

minds

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

pa-

ger,

and

my

home

phone

at

the

bot-

tom

I

sent

two

let-

ters

back

in

au

tumn,

you

must

not-

a

got

'em

There

pro-

bab-

ly

was

a

prob-

lem

at

the

post

of-

fice

or

some

thing

Some-

times

I

scrib-

ble

add-

resses

too

slo-

ppy

when

I

jot

'em

But

any-

ways;

fuck

it,

what's

been

up?

Man,

how's

your

daugh

ter?

My

girl

friend's

preg-

nant,

too,

I'm

bout

to

be

a

fa-

ther

If

I

have

a

daugh-

ter,

guess

what

I'mma

call

her?

I'mma

name

her

Bon-

nie

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

un-

der-

ground

shit

that

you

did

with

Skam

I

got

a

room

full

of

your

posters

and

your

pictures,

man

I

like

the

shit

you

did

with

Rawkus,

too,

that

shit

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

wonde-

ring

why

I

got

out of

bed

at

all

The

mor-

ning

rain

clouds

up

my

win-

dow

and

I

can't

see

at

all

And

even

if

I

could

it

will

all

be

gray,

but

your

pic-

ture

on

my

wall

It

re-

minds

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

FUCKED

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,For

four

hours

and

you

just

said,

"No."

That's

pretty

shitty

man

you're

like

his

fucking

idol

He

wants

to

be

just

like

you

man,

he

likes

you

more

than

I

do

I

ain't

that

mad

though,

I

just

don't

like

being

lied

to

Remember

when

we

met

in

Denver

you

said

if

I'd

write

youYou

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

'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

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

wonde-

ring

why

I

got

out of

bed

at

all

The

mor-

ning

rain

clouds

up

my

win-

dow

and

I

can't

see

at

all

And

even

if

I

could

it

will

all

be

gray,

but

your

pic-

ture

on

my

wall

It

re-

minds

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,

you

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

drowning

But

didn't,

then

Phil

saw

it

all,

then

at

a

show

he

found

him?

That's

kinda

how

this

is,

you

coulda

rescued

me

from

drowning

Now

it's

too

late.

I'm

on

a

1000

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

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

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'm

I

supposed

to

send

this

shit

out?

My

tea's

gone

cold

I'm

wonde-

ring

why

I

got

out of

bed

at

all

The

mor-

ning

rain

clouds

up

my

win-

dow

and

I

can't

see

at

all

And

even

if

I

could

it

will

all

be

gray,

but

your

pic-

ture

on

my

wall

It

re-

minds

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

said

your

girlfriend's

pregnant

now,

how

far

along

is

she?