stan: a life of black and white

Walking through the James-Jennings household I feel a sense of emptiness 

I fall into a funk

I fall into a funk

I see Ellen and Bennett doing their jobs

doing their jobs

I have no friends I'm depressed 

I wonder if I'm the best

Of course I'm the best 

I'm a dog

I'm a dog with a BLOG

I can talk and walk but 

I get a feeling that 

the world is a marketplace 

and I'm 1 share of infinite stocks.

I get this feeling from day to day

Am I wanted? Should I stay?

It's just TOO EASY to run away

My sanity is going astray.

I visualize a needle pointing in my direction

It is labeled "your happiness"

I want to put it in

But I can't. I can't

I'll cause dismay

I'll drop dead...

But dead is just a vision in our heads

A microcosm, that's something that I read

It has no meaning to this at all

Just like me to the world.

As I look through my blog

I see happiness.

I look happy.

I'm not happy.

I have this urge, this burning fire.

I have this flaming, this flaming desire.

I want to talk, I need to talk

I need it

I need it.

I need my soma, my happy little pill.

Something Bennett James' psychiatry can't help fill

My worst distraction, a diversion to my angst

I need a splash of color to paint my black and white life

I see Ellen Jennings cleaning the house

So innocent, 1 blind mouse

If I were human, woah THE THINGS I WOULD DO

Ideal MILF.

Everytime I see her I think of the song "Crave You" by Flight Facilities

and visualize her as Nicki Minaj  and me Drake in the "Anaconda" music video

Ugh, I crave her, but my anaconda don't.

I crave putting my dirty paw in her..

okay anyways. never going to happen

I'm very sad. I'm mad, I feel bad

I need Avery, I need to vent to her

I only find happiness talking to kids.

I love kids, sometimes I imagine us in the backyard and I stick my dirty paw up their...

Anyways, it's so crazy to be a thing

It's so crazy to be anything at all

As the night emerges, I go to the kitchen for my dinner

Bennett was cooking a meal for the kids and tasty Ellen

HE WAS COOKING STEAK. 

O, how I love steak and the smell

The smell of blood

It's smells like rust, and salt

Bennett and his smart ass are trying to show off

He does fancy tricks with the cleaver as I look up directly beneath him begging.

I hear an "oh shit!" from Bennett's mouth as the knife..

I see a spiraling knife come right at my face

*drop* *klink* *clang* 

.... dead