Capo 4th fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Chorus

My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' why

 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

(The whole song continues in that chord progression)

My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' why

 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 VERSE

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 have got 'em

 There probably was a problem with the post office or somethin'

Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em

 But anyway, 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'm a call her

 I'm a name her Bonnie

 I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry

 I had a friend kill himself over some b**** who didn't want him

 I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan

 I even got that underground s*** that you did with Skam

 I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man

 I like that s*** you did with Rawkus too, that s*** was phat

 Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back

Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan

Chorus

My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' why

 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

2ND VERSE

 Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance,

I ain't mad, I think it's just f***** up that you don't answer fans

 If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert

 You didn't have to, but you could've 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

 For four hours and you just said no

 That's pretty s****y man, you're like his f***ing 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 being 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 saying in your songs

 So when I have a s****y day, I drift away and put em on

 Cause I don't really got s*** else, so that s*** 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

 Its like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me

 See everthing you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it

 My girlfriend's jealous, because 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

 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

3RD VERSE

Dear Mr I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans

 This'll be the last package I ever send your a**

 It's been six months and still no words

 I don't deserve it

 I know you got my last two letters

 I wrote the addresses on them perfect

So this is my cassette I'm sending 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, dare me to drive?

 You know that song by Phil Collins, In the Air of the Night

About that guy who could've saved that other guy from drowning

 But didn't, but Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him

That's kinda how this is, you could've rescued me from drowning

 Now it's too late, I'm on a 1,000 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 my wall

I love you Slim, we could've 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 b****, I'm trying 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, then she'll die too

 Well, gotta go, I'm almost under the bridge now

 Oh s***, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this s*** out?

My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' why

 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

4TH VERSE

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I've just been busy

You say 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 this Starter cap

 I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you

Don't think I did that s*** intentionally just to dis you

 But what's that s*** you said about you like to cut your wrists too?

 I say that s*** just clownin' dog

 C'mon, how f***ed up is you?

 You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counseling

To keep your a** from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some

 And what's this s*** about us meant to be together?

That type of s*** will 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 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 that 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 s***

 I seen this one s*** on the news a couple of weeks ago that made me sick

 Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge

 And had his girlfriend in his trunk and she was pregnant with his kid

 And in the car they found a tape, didn't say who it was to

 Come to think about it, his name was, it was you...