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 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 a 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 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’ma call her
i’ma name her bonnie
i read about your uncle ron