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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 Scam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Ruckus 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}

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

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