Orestes and Pylades

mon amis
go get your gun
for we shall pull a texan
tell everyone
celebrate us
because we always have fun
when it is just the two of us
without the aid of rum

we need not show off
because we both recognize each other's tricks
and when we blow a fuse
both of us grants the other one a bitch
sure you might be the woman
and i might be the man
but it doesn't matter if both of us
goes into the same can
we're not only close
we're also separate
we're so alike
in that there's so much difference
and we're so kind
that it's a bit malicious
and we take what we can get
and put back from the other
because both of us know
we stick like floor to butter
and what of that piece of toast
fallen to the ground?
it's the way our heads droop down
when either one of us feels like being the clown
and however many fights we get into
or things we let slip out
i don't mind if you leave
just don't not come back

you know how people
throw around "i love you"
as if it were "lol"
well if you were ever to say you didn't
i'd be in a living hell
i realize that was a bit
of a cheap rhyme
but that's the thing about friendships
you'll let it slide in time
and what of the passage of time?
and the hours we'll share?
i can't wait to grow old
with you in the next rocking chair
and if we don't get gangly and decrepit
we can harbor no doubt
that if both of us stick to it
there will never be a drought
and if you annoy me
and i annoy you
we'll have each other to annoy
and that's better than just you
or just me
because it's us
and no matter what they say
it's forever or bust.