Intro: Dido] 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’d all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad [Chorus: Dido] 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’d all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad [Verse 1: Eminem] 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’ve 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, **** 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 **** himself over some ***** who didn’t want him I know you probably hear this every day, but I’m your biggest fan I even got the underground **** that you did with Skam. I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man. I like the **** you did Chorus: Dido] 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’d all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad [Verse 2: Eminem] Dear Slim, you still ain’t called or wrote, I hope you have a chance I ain’t mad, I just think it’s ****ed up you don’t answer fans If you didn’t want to 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 blisterin’ cold For you, for four hours, and you just said no That’s pretty ******, man, you’re like his ****’in 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 bein’ 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 ***** on my mom and **** her I can relate to what you’re sayin’ in your songs So when I have a ***tty day, I drift away and put ’em on ‘Cause I don’t really got **** else So that **** helps when I’m depressed I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest Sometimes I even *** myself to see how much it ****** 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 24/7 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—P.S. We should be together too [Chorus: Dido] 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’d all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad [Verse 3: Eminem] Dear Mr. I’m-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans This’ll be the last package I ever send your *** 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 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 fifth of ******, you dare me to drive? You know the song by Phil Collins, “In the Air of the Night” About that guy who coulda saved that other guy from ****in’ 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 ****in’ Now it’s too late, I’m on a thousand ******s 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 loved 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—**** up, *****! I’m tryin’ to talk Hey, Slim, that’s my girlfriend ********’ in the ***** But I didn’t **** her ******, I just **** her up—see? I ain’t like you ‘Cause if she ********** she’ll ****** more and then she’ll *** too Well, gotta go, I’m almost at the bridge now Oh, ****, I forgot—how am I supposed to send this **** out?! Chorus: Dido] 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’d all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad
