Stan

My tea's gone cold

I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all

The morning rain cloud touched my window

And I can't see at all

And even if I could it would all be gray

I put 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 callin'

I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom

I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em

There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'

Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em

But anyways, fuck 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 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 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 wondering why I got out of bed at all

The morning rain cloud touched my window

And I can't see at all

And even if I could it would all be gray

I put 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, hope you have a chance

I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans

If you don't wanna to 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 blisterin' cold

For you, for four hours, and you just said, no

That's pretty shitty, man, you're like his fuckin' 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 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 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 of 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 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 cloud touched my window

And I can't see at all

And even if I could it would all be gray

I put your picture on my wall

It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

And the story isn't over, but I have to tell the truth

I know I couldn't do it justice, only one who could is you

Because I idolized you Marshall, and nobody understands

Maybe I'm a little crazy, maybe I am just like Stan, damn