Adam and Eve Pt. I

I remember when I would talk to you and I would
            think that maybe, it would be okay to drop my worries
and fears for a second, it seemed like the unnecessary baggage of a lifelong
            journey, and maybe you were the only one who would travel it with me
and maybe you still are the only one
            but once again I've fallen out of your spider web and into the dark
corners where I lay unnoticed like a leaf that lies still, ever-changing colors
            until it's thrown out, no longer needed as pure decoration
but worthless trash, and who needs that around?
well, it's taken me a while to learn, but now I know you can't prove what's already been
            disproved, and the scientists stand silently with their hard wooden rulers
ready to smack us upside the head when we step out of line
            and I've got scars from doing that too many times, you know, too many times for
you to even remember, and half of the time it was for you
            half of the time it was because of you
and that's what I've been trying to tell you, that
            I've been here all along
            for you, you know
that I'm talking to you, you're reading this and maybe you still remember the
            times when life seemed so long, but now I fear that something, maybe even the
hand of an unforgiving god has taken
the hourglass and turned it upside down
            just when we thought we were complete with what we had struggled so long for
and I blame it on god, but you and I know that we both
            helped to undo our fate, it wasn't god's fault or the universe or humanity's
but ours
            and every bribe we took only drove the knife deeper into
this paper-thin flesh that hides our even thinner souls
            that we race to rescue
and I beg of you, not once, but many times, to please remember
            that you weren't the only thing
that mattered to me in this world of memories and shattered mirrors
so here tonight, off somewhere I'll never visit again, I'll probably never see you again but            
that seems okay to me, seems okay to part of my soul
the broken part, at least, but the numbed nerves make it all the less painful
            and if they could feel this, what would they say
speaking in tongues we turn our deaf ears towards by instinct
            what would they do
but help us so willingly slip the needle into our veins
            and set the hourglass back once again.