STAN
[Chorus: 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..
[1st
Chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background]
[2nd Chorus:
full volume with beat right after "thunder" noise]
[Eminem as
'Stan']
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'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 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
[Chorus:
Dido]
[Eminem as '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,
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
[Chorus:
Dido]
[Eminem as 'Stan']
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 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 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 1000 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; [*screaming*]
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'm
I supposed to send this shit out?
[car tires squeal]
[CRASH]
.. [brief silence] .. [LOUD
splash]
[Chorus: Dido]
[Eminem]
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 musta 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 dogg,
c'mon - 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'll 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!
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..
[1st
Chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background]
[2nd Chorus:
full volume with beat right after "thunder" noise]
[Eminem as
'Stan']
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'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 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
[Chorus:
Dido]
[Eminem as '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,
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
[Chorus:
Dido]
[Eminem as 'Stan']
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 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 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 1000 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; [*screaming*]
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'm
I supposed to send this shit out?
[car tires squeal]
[CRASH]
.. [brief silence] .. [LOUD
splash]
[Chorus: Dido]
[Eminem]
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 musta 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 dogg,
c'mon - 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'll 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!