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 It probably was a problem at the post office or something Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot them But anyways, F it What's been up man, how's your daughter? My girl is 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 something who didn't want him I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan I even got the underground stuff that you did with Scam I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man I like the stuff you did with Rockets too, that's fat Anyways, I hope you get this man Hit me back, just to check Truly yours, your biggest fan This is Stan The chief's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all The morning rain clapped out my window Oh, I can't see at all And even if I could, it would all be grey Your picture on my wall, it reminds me That it's not so bad, not so bad Dear Slim, if you still ain't called a rope I hope you have a chance, I ain't mad I just think it's messed up you don't answer Vans If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert You don't have to But you could've 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 grummy man, you're like his favorite idol He wants to be just like you, man He likes you more than I do I ain't that man though, I just don't like being lied to Remember when we met in Denver? You said if I write to 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 song So when I have a crummy day I drift away and put them on Cause I don't really got hell So that helps when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds Your pain is such a, such a rush for me See, everything you say is real And I respect you, could 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 But it's gotten cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all I saw the rain clouds out my window And I can't see at all And even if I could, it would all be great But your picture on my wall It reminds me That it's not so fair, not so fair 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, there's 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 Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka You gave me the drive? You know the song by Phil Collins In the air in the night About the guy who could've saved that other guy from drowning But didn't, and Phil saw it all And had to show he found him That's kinda how this is You could've 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 could've been together Think about it You ruined it now I hope you go to 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! I'm trying to talk Hey Slim That's my girlfriend screaming 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 Then she'll die too Well, gotta go Gotta go I'm almost at the bridge now Oh shoot I forgot How am I supposed to send this tape out? It keeps getting cold I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window But I can't see at all And even if I could It would all be grey But your picture on my wall It reminds me That it's not so bad Not so bad 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 a starter cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show I must have missed you Don't think I did that s*** Potentially just to *** you But what's this stuff you said about You'd like to cut your wrist too? I say this stuff just clowning, dawg Come on, I've messed 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 junk about us meant to be together? That type of *** 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 doing just fine If you relax a little I'm glad I inspired you, Stan Why are you so mad? Try to understand That I knew what you would defend I just don't want you to do some crazy bit I seen this one s*** in 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 the tape But it didn't say who it was to Come to think about it His name was... It was you Damn Thank you