(Capo 4th fret)
               Em                    Cmaj7                       D              G       G/F#    Em
                 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'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall
                       Cmaj7                   Cmaj7/C#         Cmaj7
                 It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

                 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'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall
                 It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

(Same chords)
   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
   It 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 out 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 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

                 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'd 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 the 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 could have 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 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 with 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 growing up
   You've gotta call me man. I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
   Sincerely yours, Stan. PS: We should be together, too

                 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'd 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 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 in The Night"?

   About that guy who could have saved that other guy from drowning?
   But they didn't? Then Phil saw it all then at his show he found him?
   That's kinda how this is. You could have rescued me from drowning
   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 o' your pictures off the wall
   I love you Slim. We could have 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 trying to talk
   Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming 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?
                                        *Interlude*
      Em  Cmaj7  Cmaj7/C#  Cmaj7       Em  Cmaj7  Cmaj7/C#  Cmaj7
       (Screeching tires, crashing sounds; car splashes into the water)

                 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'd 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 your Starter cap
   I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must have 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, c'mon, 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 be 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'd 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 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 it didn't say who it was to
   Come to think about it... his name was S... it was you. Damn.