F/ Dido
(Dido)
My tea's gone 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.
Even if I could, it'd all be grey,
but you're picture on my wall.
It reminds me that it's not so bad, 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 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, F- it. What's been up, man? How's you're daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant, too, I'm about 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 chick who didn't want him.
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan.
I even got the underground stuff you did with Scam.
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man.
I like the stuff you did with Ruckus, too. That guy was fat.
Anyways, I hope you get this, man. Hit me back, just to chat.
Truly yours, your biggest fan.
This is Stan.
(Repeat chorus)
Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote. I hope you get a chance.
I ain't mad. I just think it's SCREWED UP that you don't answer
