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Stan

Marshall Mathers

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:

[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
nota 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 every day, but
I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit 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
sign 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 this
fucking idol

He wants to be just like you man, he likes
you more than I do
I ain't mad though, I just thought I don't
like being 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 are 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 say 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

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 save the 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 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 be 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