The sun goes down late The knife scrapes across your plate I hear ice in your glass If you keep talking it won't last It's a sick little crowd A bunch of salesmen standing out Poisoning your well So now you only sell yourself Will you light a flare for me? Carve a message in our tree The words you write too small for me I miss you so ridiculously You once took my arm And held it, I got dressed in charm From my window I see The colored lanters and your friends but not me Did I flash in your eyes While they buzz around you like fighting flies Will you light a flare for me? Carve a message in our tree Did you write too small for me? I miss you so ridiculously