DIDO - Stan Lyrics

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Dear slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callinI left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottomI sent two letters back in autumn, you must not of got emThere was probably a problem at the post office or somethinSometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'emBut anyways, fuck it, what's been up, hows your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a fatherIf I have a daughter, guess what ima call her? ima name herBonnie...I read about your uncle ronnie too I'm sorryI had a friend kill himself over a bitch who didn't want himI know you probably hear this everyday but I'm your biggest fanI even got the underground shit that you did with scamI got a room full of your posters and your pictures manI like the shit you did with rawkus too that shit was phatAnyways I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chatTruly yours, your biggest fan, this is stanDear slim, you still haven't called or wrote, I hope you have a chanceI ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up that you don't answer fansIf you didn't wanna talk to me outside of the concertYou didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for matthewThat's my little brother, he's only six years oldWe waited in the blisterin' cold for you, for 4 hours and you just said noThats pretty shitty man you're like his fuckin idolHe wants to be just like you man he likes you more than I doI ain't that mad though I just don't like being lied toRemember when we met in demburg, you said if I write youYou would write back, see I'm just like you in a wayI never knew my father neither, he used to always cheat on my mom and beat herI can relate to what you're sayin in your songsSo when I have a shitty day, I ripped away and put 'em onCuz I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressedI even got a tattoo with your name across the chestSometimes I used to cut myself to see how much it bleedsIt's like adrenaline, but pain is such a sudden rush for meAnd everything you say is real, and I respect you cuz you tell itMy girlfriend's jealous cuz I talk about you 24/7But she don't know you like I know you slim, no one doesShe don't know what it was like for people like us growin upYou gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever loseSincerely yours, stan, ps: we should be together tooDear mr. i'm-too-good-to-call-or-write-my-fansThis'll be the last package I ever send your assIt's been 6 months and still no word, I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfectSo this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear itI'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freewayHey slim, I drank a 5th of vodka, dare me to drive? You know that song by bill collins 'in the air in the night'Where that guy coulda saved that other guy from drownin'But didn't, then bill saw it all and at a show he found himThat's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued my from drownin'Now it's too late, I'm on a 1000 downers now I'm drowsyAnd all I wanted was a lousy letter or a callI hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wallI love you slim, we coulda been together, think about itYou ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about itAnd when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about itI hope your conscience eats through you and you can't breathe without meSee slim....shut up bitch I'm tryin to talkHey slim, that's my girlfriend screamin in the trunkBut I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like youCuz if she suffocates then she'll suffer more and then she'll die tooWell, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge nowOh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit out? Dear stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busyYou said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really flattered that you would call your daughter thatAnd here's an autograph for your brother, I wrote it on a starter capI'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed youDon't think that I did that shit intentionally just to diss youBut what's this shit about you said you like to cut your wrist too? I say that shit just clownin dog, come on, how'd 'fuck' convince you? You got some issues stan I think you need some counselin'To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get downsomeAnd what's this shit about us meant to be togetherThat type of shit will not make me want to meet eachotherI really think you and your girlfriend need eachotherOr maybe you just need to treat her betteri hope you get to read this letterI just hope it reaches you in timeBefore you hurt yourself, I think you'll be doin just fineIf you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but stan..Why you so mad, try to understand I do want you as a fanI just don't want you to do some crazy shitI saw this one shit on the news a few weeks ago that made me sickSome dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridgeAnd had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kidAnd in the car they found a tape but it didnt say who it wasCome to think about it...the name was...it was you.stan.

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