Stan
Marshall Mathers
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:
[Eminem as 'Stan']
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
nota 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 every day, but
I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit 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
sign 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 this
fucking idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes
you more than I do
I ain't mad though, I just thought I don't
like being 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 are 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 say 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 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 save the other guy
from drowning
but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at 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 be 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'm I supposed to send
this shit out?
{*car tires squeal*} {*CRASH*}: {*brief
silence*}: {*LOUD splash*}
Chorus: Dido
[Eminem]
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 this shit just
clownin' dog, c'mon - how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need
some counseling
to help your ass 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 doing 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 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 it, his name was: it was
you
Damn!
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