La, La, La

so what do you say?
are you in, or are you out?
i could float like this for hours.
i could live inside your pocket.

if i were a being of any kind of sort,
i'd want to be a ghost with no prints.
smooth toes, smooth thumbs, and no face to recall.
they'd know nothing as to where i've been.

if tragedy struck and you had to pass,
i promise... we'd both go down together.
i can't think of walking away on my own.
and you know you cannot do it alone.

we'd vouch for every last deed we had done.
we'd have each other's backs for the songs we had sung.
we'll both have a list of the fibs that we'd told.
i'll take yours if you'll take mine.