Tourniquet

Never told me 'bout the part
About the hidden claw
When I took this job
Where you crawl so far in
A scratch beneath your skin
And I never took it off until

You cut the flow with a tourniquet of lies
Starting to hurt on the inside

Pleased to meet you
You're a bit too close
You shake hands with your host
And it turns out it's your own ghost
Sounded good
At least on paper
Until a few pages later we're drowning in the inkwell

You're on your way to somewhere else
Just like everybody else
If the people that you meet are sad
Keep your heart towards the stars
Remember, they are never far
And sometimes they might kiss you back