(Dido:)
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
Repeat chorus

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, f*** 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'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 b**** who
Didn't want him
I know you probably
Hear this everyday,
But I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground sh*t
That you did with ScamZ

I got a room full
Of your posters
And your pictures, man
I like the sh*t
You did with Ruckus too,
That sh*t was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this man,
Hit me back, just to chat
Truly yours, your biggest fan,
This is Stan

Repeat chorus

Dear Slim, you still ain't
Called or wrote,
I hope you have the chance
I ain't mad, I just think
It's f***ed 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 six years old
We waited in the blistering cold
For you for four hours
And you just said no
That's pretty sh*tty man,
You're like his f***in' 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 sh*tty day,
I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got sh*t else,
So that sh*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
'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

Repeat chorus

Dear Mr. "I'm too good
To call or write my fans"
This'll be the last package
I ever send your as*
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 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
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 sh*t, I forgot,
How am I supposed
To send this sh*t out?

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

I'm sorry I didn't see
You at the show,
I must have missed you
Don't think I did that
Sh*t intentionally,
Just to diss you
And what's this sh*t you said
About you like
To cut your wrists too?
I say that sh*t
Just clownin' dawg,
C'mon, how f***ed up is you?
You got some issues, Stan,
I think you need some counselin'
To help your as* from bouncin'
Off the walls
When you get downsome

And what's this sh*t about us
Meant to be together?
That type of sh*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'd
Be doin' just fine
If you'd relax a little
I'm glad that
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 sh*t
I seen this one sh*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 it didn't say
Who it was to
Come to think about it
His name was
It was you
Damn