Stan (feat. Dido) lyrics

• My tea's gone cold
  I'm wonderin' why I got out of bed at all
  The morning rain clouds up my window
  And I can't see at all
  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 wonderin' why I got out of bed at all
  The morning rain clouds up my window
  And I can't see at all
  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 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've 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 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 wonderin' why I got out of bed at all
  The morning rain clouds up my window
  And I can't see at all
  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 want to talk to me outside the 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 blisterin' cold for you
  For 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 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 sayin' 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

  My tea's gone cold
  I'm wonderin' why I got out of bed at all
  The morning rain clouds up my window
  And I can't see at all
  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 sendin' you, I hope you hear it
  I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 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 drownin'
  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 drownin'
  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 loved 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 wonderin' why I got out of bed at all
  The morning rain clouds up my window
  And I can't see at all
  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 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 a 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', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?

  You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'
  To help your ass from bouncin' 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 it, his name was, it was you, damn

• Who is the author of the song Stan (feat. Dido)?
  The song Stan (feat. Dido) was written by Eminem.

• Who sings the song Stan (feat. Dido)?
  The song Stan (feat. Dido) is performed by Eminem.