Stan

See I'm just like you in a way
I got a room full of your posters
It's like Adrenaline
Before you hurt yourself
But your picture on my wall
My girlfriend's jealous
And you can't breathe without me
With your name across the chest
Need each other
The morning rain clouds up my window
And even if I could it'd all be gray

Well gotta go
And she was pregnant with his kid
I just hope it reaches you in time
So this is my cassette I'm sending you
I seen this one shit on the news
I'm on a thousand downers, now I'm drowsy
It reminds me that it's not so bad
I ain't that mad though I just don't like bein' lied to
A couple weeks ago that made me sick
Got out of bed at all
But your picture on my wall
Try to understand
It's not so bad
So when I have a shitty day
And I can't see at all
He's only 6 years old
Hit me back just to chat

Think about it, you ruined it now
And your pictures man
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call her?
Ya dare me to drive?
'Cause I talk about you 24/7
And I respect you 'cause you tell it
Outside the concert you didn't have to
It reminds me that it's not so bad

It reminds me that it's not so bad
That's my little brother man
See Slim, "Shut up bitch!

I'm glad I inspire you

When you get down some
That's kinda how this is
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I?
It reminds me that it's not so bad
He wants to be just like you man
And even if I could it'd all be gray
Sometimes I even cut myself
How am I supposed to send this shit out?
It's not so bad
The morning rain clouds up my window
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
And I can't see at all
But you could've signed an autograph for Matthew

The pain is such a sudden rush for me
Or maybe you just need to treat her better
You got some issues Stan
I wrote it on your starter cap
It reminds me that it's not so bad
I hope your conscious eats at you
And then she'll die too
I never knew my father neither
Too sloppy when I jot 'em

I think that you'll be doin' just fine
I know you probably hear this everyday
To see how much it bleeds?
I just think it's fucked up, you don't answer fans
I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs

But didn't, then Phil saw it all
To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls

P.S. We should be together too
You know this song by Phil Collins

Oh shit! I forgot!
But your picture on my wall

I ripped all your pictures off the wall
But it didn't say who it was to?
Truly yours, your biggest fan
And I can't see at all
If you'd relax a little
And I can't see at all
Come to think about it
That shit was fat

Dear Mister, I'm too good to call or write my fans
And even if I could it'd all be gray
Just to diss you
Meant to be together?
But I didn't slit her throat I just tied her up
And even if I could it'd all be gray

That type of shit'll make me not want us
The morning rain clouds up my window
I hope you have the chance, I ain't mad
Got out of bed at all
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch
I even got the underground shit that you did with scam

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote
But anyways fuck it
Remember when we met in Denver
You must not have got 'em
It's not so bad

I don't deserve it?
I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it

Got out of bed at all
At the post office or somethin'
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I think you need some counselin''
And my home phone at the bottom

If you didn't want to talk to me
The morning rain clouds up my window
I really think you and your girlfriend
Sometimes I scribble addresses
That other guy from drowning?
Look I'm really flattered
'From the air in the night'
How far along is she?
That's pretty shitty man
I hope you hear it
And in the car they found a tape
And what's this shit about us
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
But Stan, why are you so mad?
About that guy who could have saved

And had his girlfriend in the trunk
And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I?
I hope you get to read this letter
For 4 hours and you just said "No"
I know you got my last two letters
That I do want you as a fan
I even got a tattoo
It's not so bad
I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
It probably was a problem
'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more
You said if I write to you, you would write back
You could have rescued me from drowning
I sent two letters back in autumn
I'm out to be a father
I'm in the car right now
You've gotta call me man
He likes you more than I do

I know you Slim, no one does
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
This'll be the last package I ever send your ass
Anyways I hope you get this, man
Hey Slim, I drink a fifth of vodka
My girlfriend's pregnant too
You would call your daughter that
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunk
I must have missed you
But I've just been busy

Now it's too late
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I?
Sincerely yours, Stan
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
Then at his show he found him
I loved you Slim, we could have been together
See everything you say is real
It's been six months and still no word
It's not so bad
The morning rain clouds up my window
See I ain't like you
But your picture on my wall
So that shit helps when I'm depressed
But she don't know you like
I say that shit just clownin' dawg
I drift away and put 'em on
Don't think I did that shit intentionally

I left my cell, my pager

To meet each other
Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'
We waited in the blistering cold for you
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I?
I'm a name her Bonnie
I'm almost at the bridge now
You like to cut your wrist too?
You're like his fuckin' idol
I hope you know
I'm trying to talk"
Who didn't want him
C'mon, how fucked up is you?

Cause I don't really got shit else

I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show
But I'm your biggest fan
For people like us growing up
And you scream about it
And what's this shit you said about
Got out of bed at all

I'm doing 90 on the freeway
But your picture on my wall
This is Stan
And here's an autograph for your brother
What's been up man, how's your daughter?
And I can't see at all
I like the shit you did with Ruckus too
She don't know what it was like?
And even if I could it'd all be gray