Stan

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 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 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 naughty 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 dollars 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 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 scream about it
I hope you conscience eats you
And you can't breath without me
See Slim, Shut up bitch i'm trying to talk
Hey Slim, That's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slid her throat
I just tied her up
See I ain't like you
Cuz if see suffocate, she will suffer more
and then she will die too
Well gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I suppose to send this shit out

{Chorus: Dido}

[Eminem as 'Eminem']
Dear Stan,
I ment to write you sooner
But I've just been busy
You said youre girlfriens is pregnant
How far along is she?
Look, I'm really flatter you would call youre daugther that
And here's a autograph for youre brother
I wrote it on a cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show
I must have mist you, don't think I did that attentionaly just too diss you
what's that shit you said about you like to cut youre wrist too?
I said that shit is clowned dogg
C'mon man, how fucked up are you
You got some issue's Stan
I think you need counselling
To help youre ass for bouncing off the wall
when you get downsome
What's that shit about us ment too be together
That's like that shit makes me wanna meet each other
I really think you and youre 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 you're be doing just fine
If you relax a little,
I'm glad I inspire you,Stan
Why are you so mad, try to understand
that I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you too do some crazy shit
I've seen this ones shit 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 the trunk
She was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape
Wich did say who he was too
Now I think about it, his name was, it was you.... Damn.