like two pitchmen in search of a double helix

[constantine]

i don't understand anything
i worry each night that i'll die in my sleep
and wake up in the morning wishing i was dead

i'm wasting my time, my life
down one street and up another
it's the journey they tell me
it's all in the journey,
but where am i going
what the hell am i doing
the numbers on the clock keep changing
it makes me nervous
like i'm forgetting something

and my stupid friends
oh god, they are so stupid
they say go for it -
go for what?
she's better off without
my helping hands
my gravedigger hands
that corrupt in the name of love
like two pitchmen in search of a double helix
what will they do when they find it

[SadLuckDame]

I say, go for it! too, but you know that might just be the girl in me. Girls always go for stuff like it. Anyway, all of life can be considered 'scary' for lack of better word at moment, it just depends what sense you're in, or which you let ride, depending on moment, circumstance, and the moon, star, dreams in head. Though, Jack and I were talking dreams about how the scary thing easily morphed into something friendly, fun. What are our monsters and can we allow them to morph...