Stan
°¢Ä·EMINEM Lyrics

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all
I feel miserable and don't understand why I bothered to get out of bed in the first place.

The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all
The rain outside is making it difficult to see clearly through my window.

And even if I could it'll all be gray Put your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad It's not so bad
Even if I could see clearly, everything would still feel dull and colorless. However, your picture on my wall serves as a reminder that things aren't as terrible as they seem.

Dear Slim, I wrote you but 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'm a 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
Dear Slim, I've been trying to contact you but haven't received a response. I might have made mistakes in addressing the letters, but I hope you got them. I wanted to share that my girlfriend is pregnant and if we have a daughter, I'll name her Bonnie. I also express my condolences for your Uncle Ronnie and mention that I had a friend who ended his life over a girl who rejected him. I want you to know that I'm your biggest fan and I have a dedicated collection of your music. I hope you read this letter and reach out to me. Sincerely, 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 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 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
Dear Slim, I'm still waiting for your call or response. I understand that you may be busy, but it would mean a lot to your fans if you took the time to acknowledge us. I mention a disappointing encounter outside your concert where you refused to sign an autograph for my little brother, Matthew. He idolizes you and it hurt him deeply. I relate to your songs because I also had a troubled upbringing, with a father who cheated on my mom and abused her. Your music helps me cope with depression, and I even have your name tattooed on my chest. I sometimes engage in self-harm as a way to feel something amidst the numbness. I admire your authenticity and my girlfriend is jealous of how much I talk about you. Nobody understands you like I do, Slim. We should connect. Your devoted fan, Stan.

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans" This will 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 could a saved that 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 could a 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 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, 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 am I supposed to send this shit out?
Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans", I've reached my breaking point. It's been six months since I last heard from you, and I feel undeserving of this neglect. I meticulously wrote the addresses perfectly on my previous letters, so I know you received them. This cassette is the final message I'm sending. I'm currently driving recklessly on the freeway after consuming a significant amount of vodka. Do you remember the song by Phil Collins about the man who could have saved someone from drowning but chose not to? This situation is similar. You could have saved me from my despair, but now it's too late. I'm heavily sedated and feeling drowsy. All I wanted was a simple letter or a call from you. In my frustration, I tore down all the pictures of you on my wall. I had hopes of being with you, but you ruined any chance of that. I hope you suffer from guilt, nightmares, and breathlessness due to your conscience. Listen, Slim, don't interrupt me. My girlfriend is bound and screaming in the trunk, but I didn't harm her. I'm not like you. I want her to suffer before she dies. I'm nearing a bridge now, but I forgot how to send this message out.

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 must of 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' dog, come on, 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 will 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 Damn!
Dear Stan, I apologize for the delay in writing to you. Congratulations on your girlfriend's pregnancy. I'm honored that you would consider naming your daughter after me. Here's an autograph for your brother, which I wrote on a Starter cap. I'm sorry for not seeing you at the show; it was not intentional. I never meant to imply that I engage in cutting my wrists like you mentioned. I was just joking, and I hope you understand. Stan, it seems like you have some personal issues that could benefit from therapy. It's important to seek help when you feel like everything is falling apart. As for the idea of us being together, it's not something I support. I believe you and your girlfriend need each other, or maybe you just need to treat her better. I really hope you receive and read this letter in time before something bad happens. However, I genuinely think you'll be fine if you can relax a little. I appreciate that I inspire you, but I don't want you to do anything extreme. There was a news story recently that disturbed me, where a man drove his car over a bridge with his pregnant girlfriend in the trunk. They found a tape in the car, and to my surprise, it was addressed to you. This is concerning. Take care, Stan.