Stan lyrics

Artist  : Dido 
Song : Stan



 Send "Stan" Ringtone to your Cell 

 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 not
of got em
There was probably a problem at the post office
or somethin
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I
jot ’em
But anyways, f**k it, what’s been up, hows your
daughter? 
My girlfriend’s pregnant too, I’m ’bout to
be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what ima call her?
ima name her
Bonnie...
I read about your uncle ronnie too I’m sorry
I had a friend kill himself over a bit*h who
didn’t want him
I know you probably hear this everyday but I’m
your biggest fan
I even got the underground sh*t that you did with
scam
I got a room full of your posters and your
pictures man
I like the sh*t you did with rawkus too that sh*t
was phat
Anyways I hope you get this man, hit me back,
just to chat
Truly yours, your biggest fan, this is stan

Dear slim, you still haven’t called or wrote, I
hope you have a chance
I ain’t mad, I just think it’s f**ked up that
you don’t answer fans
If you didn’t wanna talk to me outside of the
concert
You didn’t have to, but you coulda signed an
autograph for matthew
That’s my little brother, he’s only six years
old
We waited in the blisterin’ cold for you, for 4
hours and you just said no
Thats pretty shitty man you’re like his f**kin
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 demburg, you said if I
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 sayin in your
songs
So when I have a shitty day, I ripped away and
put ’em on
Cuz I don’t really got sh*t else so that sh*t
helps when I’m depressed
I even got a tattoo with your name across the
chest
Sometimes I used to cut myself to see how much it
bleeds
It’s like adrenaline, but pain is such a sudden
rush for me
And everything you say is real, and I respect you
cuz you tell it
My girlfriend’s jealous cuz 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, ps: we should be together
too

Dear mr. i’m-too-good-to-call-or-write-my-fans
This’ll be the last package I ever send your
ass
It’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 perfect
So this is my cassette I’m sendin’ you, I
hope you hear it
I’m in the car right now, I’m doin’ 90 on
the freeway
Hey 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 him
That’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 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 through you and you
can’t breathe without me
See slim....shut up bit*h I’m tryin to talk
Hey slim, that’s my girlfriend screamin in the
trunk
But I didn’t slit her throat, I just tied her
up, see I ain’t like you
Cuz if she suffocates then 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 sh*t out? 

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 that you would call
your daughter that
And here’s an autograph for your brother, I
wrote it on a starter cap
I’m sorry I didn’t see you at the show, I
musta missed you
Don’t think that I did that sh*t intentionally
just to diss you
But what’s this sh*t about you said you like to
cut your wrist too? 
I say that sh*t just clownin dog, come on,
how’d ’f**k’ convince you? 
You got some issues stan I think you need some
counselin’
To help your as* from bouncin’ off the walls
when you get downsome
And what’s this sh*t about us meant to be
together
That type of sh*t will not make me want to meet
eachother
I really think you and your girlfriend need
eachother
Or maybe you just need to treat her betteri hope
you get to read this letter
I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think you’ll be
doin just fine
If 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 fan
I just don’t want you to do some crazy shit
I saw this one sh*t on the news a few 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 it didnt say
who it was
Come to think about it...the name was...it was
you.stan.