Stan – Music and lyrics by Eminem Feat Dido

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

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

Dear Slim, I wrote 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; 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’mma call her? I’mma 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 phat!
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat
Truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan

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

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, 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 twenty-four/seven

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

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

Dear Mr. 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 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 coulda 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?

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