Detach

Sometimes the good memories are out of focus for me
and all I see is the skeleton key
Turning the lock inside my heart
as the things that held us together, slowly fall apart.

No sense in wasting away, 
waiting for that dreaded day
When you tell me that I'm not enough
to keep you off that harmful stuff.

I'm no match for your addiction
My control is merely a work of fiction
So now I'll say good day to you
and walk a path that's paved in new.