G#m            E                   F#
My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' why
    B      F#         G#m
Got out of bed at all
            E                 F#
The morning rain clouds up my window
    B       F#         G#m
And I can't see at all
         E                F#
And even if I could it'll all be gray
         B       F#         G#m
But your picture on my wall
        E               F#
It reminds me that it's not so bad
     B      F#   G#m
It's not so bad

G#m            E                   F#
My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' why
    B      F#         G#m
Got out of bed at all
            E                 F#
The morning rain clouds up my window
    B       F#         G#m
And I can't see at all
         E                F#
And even if I could it'll all be gray
         B       F#         G#m
But your picture on my wall
        E               F#
It reminds me that it's not so bad
     E
It's not so bad

G#m                     E                           F#
Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin
                                 B                    F#   G#m
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
                               E                             F#
I sent two letters back in Autumn, you must not have got 'em
                                      B              F#         
There probably was a problem with the post office or somethin'
G#m                                 E                     F#
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
                        B                  F#        G#m
But anyway, what's been up man, how's your daughter?
                                            E
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
            F#                                  E
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call her
                      G#m
I'm a name her Bonnie
                        E
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
 F#                                B                    F#        G#m
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
                                       E                         F#
I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
                       B                           F#     G#m
I even got that underground shit that you did with Skam
                          E                             F#
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
                              B                F#             G#m
I like that shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
                    E
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back
F#                               E          
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan

G#m            E                   F#
My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' why
    B      F#         G#m
Got out of bed at all
            E                 F#
The morning rain clouds up my window
    B       F#         G#m
And I can't see at all
         E                F#
And even if I could it'll all be gray
         B       F#         G#m
But your picture on my wall
        E               F#
It reminds me that it's not so bad
     B      F#   G#m
It's not so bad

     G#m                               E
Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance,
F#                              B                                   G#m
I ain't mad, I just think it's  fucking up that you don't answer fans
                            E
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert
           F#                                   B             F#
You didn't have to, but you could've signed an autograph for Matthew
         G#m                             E
That's my little brother man, he's only six years old
                 F#
We waited in the blistering cold for you
    B                  F#            G#m    
For four hours and you just said no
                                 E
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fucking idol
   F#                                  E                       G#m
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
                        E
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like being lied to
      E                       B               F#
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I write you
          G#m                           E
You would write back, see I'm just like you in a way
                F#
I never knew my father neither
           B                  F#                G#m
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
                            E
I can relate to what you're saying in your songs
          F#                          B               F#    
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put em on
              G#m                                 E
Cause I don't really got s*** else, so that shit helps when I'm depressed
F#                           E
I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
G#m                             E
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
         F#                            B             F#
Its like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
        G#m                              E
See everthing you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
       F#                               B              F#
My girlfriend's jealous, because I talk about you 24/7
G#m                                     E
But she don't know you like I know you slim, no one does

F#                                         B                 F#
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up
          G#m                               E
You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
          F#
Sincerely yours, Stan, p.s.
E
We should be together too



G#m            E                   F#
My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' why
    B      F#         G#m
Got out of bed at all
            E                 F#
The morning rain clouds up my window
    B       F#         G#m
And I can't see at all
         E                F#
And even if I could it'll all be gray
         B       F#         G#m
But your picture on my wall
        E               F#
It reminds me that it's not so bad
     E
It's not so bad

G#m                       E                    F#
Dear Mr I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans
                              B                 F#
This'll be the last package I ever send your ass
              G#m
It's been six months and still no words
           E
I don't deserve it
                  F#
I know you got my last two letters
               B                     F#
I wrote the addresses on them perfect
G#m                                    E
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
    F#                               B               F#
I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway
G#m                           E                      F#
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive?
                           E
You know that song by Phil Collins, In the Air of the Night
G#m                                     E
About that guy who could've saved that other guy from drowning
    F#                           B                         F#
But didn't, but Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him
G#m                                     E
That's kinda how this is, you could've rescued me from drowning
         F#                        B            F#
Now it's too late, I'm on a 1,000 downers now, I'm drowsy
G#m                          E
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
F#                                    B           F#
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off my wall
G#m                           E                          F#                
I love you Slim, we could've been together, think about it
                    E                                           G#m
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
                               E
And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
F#                             B                  F#                G#m
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me

             E
See Slim, shut up bitch, I'm trying to talk
F#                       B                       F#
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk
G#m                                            E
But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
F#                                      B                 F#      G#m
Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more, then she'll die too
               E                               F#
Well, gotta go, I'm almost under the bridge now
                  E
Oh sshit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?


G#m E F# E (2x)

G#m            E                   F#
My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' why
    B      F#         G#m
Got out of bed at all
            E                 F#
The morning rain clouds up my window
    B       F#         G#m
And I can't see at all
         E                F#
And even if I could it'll all be gray
         B       F#         G#m
But your picture on my wall
        E               F#
It reminds me that it's not so bad
     E
It's not so bad

G#m                                    E
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I've just been busy
F#                                     B                  F#
You say your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
G#m                                   E
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that
              F#
And here's an autograph for your brother
  B           F#               G#m
I wrote it on this Starter cap
                   E
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you
F#                           B             F#               G#m
Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to dis you
                             E                                      F#
But what's that shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
                                  F#
I say that shit just clownin' dog
                             G#m
C'mon, how fucked up is you?
                             E
You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counseling 
F#                                      B                  F#         G#m
To keep your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some
                              E
And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
F#                                  B                    F#     G#m
That type of shit will make me not want us to meet each other
                            E
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
F#                                   B
Or maybe you just need to treat her better
F#                 G#m                          E
I hope you get to read this letter, I hope it reaches you in time                
           F#                                  E
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin just fine
         G#m                              E
If you relax a little, I'm glad that I inspire you, but Stan
    F#                           B                F#             G#m
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
                         E
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
            F#                                B              F#            G#m
I seen this one shit on the news a couple of weeks ago that made me sick

                                  E
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
            F#                                   B                 F#
And had his girlfriend in his trunk and she was pregnant with his kid
           G#m                            E
And in the car they found a tape, didn't say who it was to
        F#                            E              G#m
Come to think about it, his name was, it was you...
G#m
Damn