Stan (Radio Edit)

Lyrics for Stan (Radio Edit)

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 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 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, 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 bitches 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 Scam I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man I like the shit you did with Rockets too, that shit was phat Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, it's just a chat Truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan My teeth don't cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all The lonely thing left out my window, and I can't see at all 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 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 the concert, you didn't have to But you could've signed an autograph of 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 shit man You're like his fucking idol, he wants to be just like you man He likes you more than I do, 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 Tears don't go the way they're gonna, but I don't care at all The morning brings out of my window, and I can't see at all Even if I could it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall In the moments we've been, 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 you 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 them perfect So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it I'm in a car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway I loved you Slim, we could've 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 when you can't breathe without me See Slim, shut up, I'm trying to talk Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunk But I didn't split 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 s***, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this s*** out? Oh s*** 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 the starter cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you Don't think I did that intentionally just to diss you But what's the s*** you said about us like to cut your wrist too? I say that s*** is clowning, dawg, come on, how s*** can bitch you? You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counseling To help your s*** from bouncing off the walls when you get down some And what's the s*** about us meant to be together? That type of s***'ll make me not want us to meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend need each other But 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 doing just fine if you relax a little I'm glad I inspired you as 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 s*** I seen this one s*** 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 it His name was It was you Damn