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'll all be gray,
but your picture
on my wall
It reminds me,
that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad..
1st Chorus: volume
gradually grows over raindrop background
2nd Chorus: full
volume with beat right after "thunder" noise
[Eminem as 'Stan']
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 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 everyday, 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 fat
Anyways, I hope
you get this man, hit me back,
just to chat,
truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Stan
{Chorus: Dido}
[Eminem as 'Stan']
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,
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 bein 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 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
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
{Chorus: Dido}
[Eminem as 'Stan']
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 of the Night"
about that guy
who coulda saved that other guy from drowning
but didn't, then
Phil saw it all, then at a 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; {*screaming*}
Shut up bitch! I'm tryin to talk!
Hey Slim, that's
my girlfriend screamin 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?
{*car tires squeal*}
{*CRASH*}
.. {*brief silence*}
.. {*LOUD splash*}
{Chorus: Dido}
[Eminem]
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 shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this
shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit
just clownin dogg,
c'mon - how fucked
up is you?
You got some issues
Stan, I think you need some counseling
to help your ass
from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this
shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'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
shit 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
Shit
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