Nothing, Thank You

You know, you look so bored
Permission granted, what I took you for
A ride, an open door
Elbow deep in intentions and omnivores
A toast to what was lost
The mark from your choker an albatross
The time and hurt embossed
Elbow deep in investments, forget the cost
No thanks, I'll pass
I've conditioned myself not to ask
No thanks I'm spent
Conditions came and went
I'm still 100 percent
Convictions came and went
I'm still 100 percent
All I know is this time they opened the door, at last I'd arrived
Now everyone tells me not to go
All I know is this time it's as if I narrowly survived
Keep repeating these lines
Brace yourself