Pinkies braided together,
Our oath is binding
For as long as it takes you to unravel
The joints of your finger from mine
And lose your mind
Somewhere along the bottom of your glass.
Know that just because I disagree with you,
It doesn’t mean I’m not your friend
You can build walls up to the sky,
But I will find some way to fly above them
And I’ll refuse to come down to earth
Until you meet me upon the parapets of your fort wall.