Published: 2017-02-13 14:56 Selection chords: Sarah Harris
Capo 4
1
Chorus:
FmC#D#
My teaʼs gone cold, Iʼm wonderinʼ why
G#D#Fm
Got out of bed at all
C#D#
The morning rain clouds up my window
G#D#Fm
And I canʼt see at all
C#D#
And even if I could itʼll all be gray
G#D#Fm
But your picture on my wall
C#D#
It reminds me that itʼs not so bad
G#D#Fm
Itʼs not so bad
FmC#D#
My teaʼs gone cold, Iʼm wonderinʼ why
G#D#Fm
Got out of bed at all
C#D#
The morning rain clouds up my window
G#D#Fm
And I canʼt see at all
C#D#
And even if I could itʼll all be gray
G#D#Fm
But your picture on my wall
C#D#
It reminds me that itʼs not so bad
C#
Itʼs not so bad
Verse:
FmC#D#
Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ainʼt callin
G#D#Fm
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
C#D#
I sent two letters back in Autumn, you must not have got ʼem
G#D#
There probably was a problem with the post office or somethinʼ
FmC#D#
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot ʼem
G#D#Fm
But anyway, whatʼs been up man, howʼs your daughter?
C#
My girlfriendʼs pregnant too, Iʼm bout to be a father
D#C#
If I have a daughter, guess what Iʼm a call her
Fm
Iʼm a name her Bonnie
C#
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, Iʼm sorry
D#G#D#Fm
I had a friend kill himself over some b**** who didnʼt want him
C#D#
I know you probably hear this every day, but Iʼm your biggest fan
G#D#Fm
I even got that underground s*** that you did with Skam
C#D#
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
G#D#Fm
I like that s*** you did with Rawkus too, that s*** was phat
C#
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back
D#C#
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan
Chorus:
FmC#D#
My teaʼs gone cold, Iʼm wonderinʼ why
G#D#Fm
Got out of bed at all
C#D#
The morning rain clouds up my window
G#D#Fm
And I canʼt see at all
C#D#
And even if I could itʼll all be gray
G#D#Fm
But your picture on my wall
C#D#
It reminds me that itʼs not so bad
G#D#Fm
Itʼs not so bad
Verse:
FmC#
Dear Slim, you still ainʼt called or wrote,
I hope you have a chance,
D#G#
I ainʼt mad, I think itʼs just f***** up
Fm
that you donʼt answer fans
C#
If you didnʼt wanna talk to me outside your concert
D#
You didnʼt have to, but you couldʼve signed
G#D#
an autograph for Matthew
FmC#
Thatʼs my little brother man, heʼs only six years old
D#
We waited in the blistering cold for you
G#D#Fm
For four hours and you just said no
C#
Thatʼs pretty s****y man, youʼre like his f***ing idol
D#C#Fm
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
C#
I ainʼt that mad though, I just donʼt like being lied to
C#G#D#
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I write you
FmC#
You would write back, see Iʼm just like you in a way
D#
I never knew my father neither
G#D#Fm
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
C#
I can relate to what youʼre saying in your songs
D#G#D#
So when I have a s****y day, I drift away and put em on
FmC#
Cause I donʼt really got s*** else, so that s*** helps
when Iʼm depressed
D#C#
I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
FmC#
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
D#G#D#
Its like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
FmC#
See everthing you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
D#G#D#
My girlfriendʼs jealous, because I talk about you 24/7
FmC#
But she donʼt know you like I know you slim, no one does
D#G#D#
She donʼt know what it was like for people like us growinʼ up
FmC#
You gotta call me man, Iʼll be the biggest fan youʼll ever lose
D#
Sincerely yours, Stan, p.s.
C#
We should be together too
Chorus:
FmC#D#
My teaʼs gone cold, Iʼm wonderinʼ why
G#D#Fm
Got out of bed at all
C#D#
The morning rain clouds up my window
G#D#Fm
And I canʼt see at all
C#D#
And even if I could itʼll all be gray
G#D#Fm
But your picture on my wall
C#D#
It reminds me that itʼs not so bad
C#
Itʼs not so bad
Verse:
FmC#D#
Dear Mr Iʼm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans
G#D#
Thisʼll be the last package I ever send your a**
Fm
Itʼs been six months and still no words
C#
I donʼt deserve it
D#
I know you got my last two letters
G#D#
I wrote the addresses on them perfect
FmC#
So this is my cassette Iʼm sending you, I hope you hear it
D#G#D#
Iʼm in the car right now, Iʼm doinʼ 90 on the freeway
FmC#D#
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive?
C#
You know that song by Phil Collins, In the Air of the Night
FmC#
About that guy who couldʼve saved that other guy from drowning
D#G#D#
But didnʼt, but Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him
FmC#
Thatʼs kinda how this is, you couldʼve rescued me from drowning
D#G#D#
Now itʼs too late, Iʼm on a 1,000 downers now, Iʼm drowsy
FmC#
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
D#G#D#
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off my wall
FmC#D#
I love you Slim, we couldʼve been together, think about it
C#Fm
You ruined it now, I hope you canʼt sleep and you dream about it
C#
And when you dream, I hope you canʼt sleep and you scream about it
D#G#D#Fm
I hope your conscience eats at you and you canʼt breathe without me
C#
See Slim, shut up b****, Iʼm trying to talk
D#G#D#
Hey Slim, thatʼs my girlfriend screaminʼ in the trunk
FmC#
But I didnʼt slit her throat, I just tied her up,
see I ainʼt like you
D#G#D#Fm
Cause if she suffocates, sheʼll suffer more, then sheʼll die too
C#D#
Well, gotta go, Iʼm almost under the bridge now
C#
Oh s***, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this s*** out?
FmC#D#C# x2
Chorus:
FmC#D#
My teaʼs gone cold, Iʼm wonderinʼ why
G#D#Fm
Got out of bed at all
C#D#
The morning rain clouds up my window
G#D#Fm
And I canʼt see at all
C#D#
And even if I could itʼll all be gray
G#D#Fm
But your picture on my wall
C#D#
It reminds me that itʼs not so bad
C#
Itʼs not so bad
Verse:
FmC#
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but Iʼve just been busy
D#G#D#
You say your girlfriendʼs pregnant now, how far along is she?
FmC#
Look, Iʼm really flattered you would call your daughter that
D#
And hereʼs an autograph for your brother
G#D#Fm
I wrote it on this Starter cap
C#
Iʼm sorry I didnʼt see you at the show, I mustʼve missed you
D#G#D#Fm
Donʼt think I did that s*** intentionally just to dis you
C#D#
But whatʼs that s*** you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
D#
I say that s*** just clowninʼ dog
Fm
Cʼmon, how f***ed up is you?
C#
You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counseling
D#G#D#Fm
To keep your a** from bouncinʼ off the walls when you get down some
C#
And whatʼs this s*** about us meant to be together?
D#G#D#Fm
That type of s*** will make me not want us to meet each other
C#
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
D#G#
Or maybe you just need to treat her better
D#FmC#
I hope you get to read this letter, I hope it reaches you in time
D#C#
Before you hurt yourself, I think that youʼll be doin just fine
FmC#
If you relax a little, Iʼm glad that I inspire you, but Stan
D#G#D#Fm
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
C#
I just donʼt want you to do some crazy s***
D#G#
I seen this one s*** on the news a couple of weeks ago
D#Fm
that made me sick
C#
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
D#G#
And had his girlfriend in his trunk and she was pregnant
D#
with his kid
FmC#
And in the car they found a tape, didnʼt say who it was to
D#C#Fm
Come to think about it, his name was, it was you...
Outro:
Fm
Damn
