I finished you and placed you in a frame   Signed you with my unpoetic name   And if the real you starts bleeding through as we whisper our goodbyes   I'll blot your face to dry your painted eyes      I walked down to the brighter side of town   But you're the only optimist I found   On a bar stool, your glass half full   And half gone to your head   While on your sleeves your heart glows neon red      And you're just three blocks beyond the world   Where the sober ones lie sleeping   But here you're sweet sixteen again   Desperate to be kissed   And every night you'll get your wish      So maybe love is real, but not the kind we think we know we feel   It's you go the way you go, and I'll be waiting here   So go your way, and I'll be waiting here      Where the ceiling hovers on its own as the walls cave in around me   And in the ringing silence of the phone I miss the way you laugh   And fall asleep in photographs