My own tears are made up of things that hurt me.
Things that burn my eyes and my cheeks feel wet.
They saved me but they still make me cry.
They make my own breath suffocate me.
I just want to have that plane ticket, I just want to see them.
I want to hug each and every one of them and tell them how much they mean to me.
Even though they probably won't remember me.
Then these tearful nights won't seem as bad.
'Cause they got me where I needed to be.
In the arms of the people I love.
