[Styx as Brendan:]
Dear Styx, I wrote you but you still ain't calling
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 Twitter DM's or something
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man, how's your daughter?
My wife was pregnant, too, I just became a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'mma call her?
I'mma name her Rainey
I read about your Uncle, too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Spencer
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man
I like the shit you did with The Occult Series, too, that shit was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Brendan
[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
[Styx as Brendan:]
Dear Styx, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad - I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me on Twitter
You didn't have to, but you didn't need to do that to the NYT journalist
That's my little brother man, he's only six years old in the head
We waited in the blistering cold for you
For four hours and you just said, "Nothin"
That's pretty shitty man - you're like his fucking 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 2019 - 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 cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in your videos
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
One time I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
I couldn't help myself, I just wanna leave
See everything you say is really bout me, and I respect you 'cause you tell it
My ex wife was jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you Styx, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growing up
You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Brendan
P.S.
I'm a nazi too
[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
[Styx as Brendan:]
Dear Mister I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,
This'll
