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:
[Eminem as 'Stan'] 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 nota 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 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 sign 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 this fucking idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do I ain't mad though, I just thought I 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 are 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 say 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
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 save the 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