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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
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
Dear
Slim,
I
wrote
you
but
you
still
ain't
calling
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
something
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'mma
call
her?
I'mma
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
phat
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'll
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
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,
For
four
hours
and
you
just
said,
"No."
That's
pretty
shitty
man
-
you're
like
his
fucking
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
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'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
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-jul
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
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
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
Tonight"
About
that
guy
who
coulda
saved
that
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
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,—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?
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
Dear
Stan,
I
meant
to
write
you
sooner
but
I've
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
clowning
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
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
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
it,
his
name
was...
it
was
you
Damn!
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