Friends Poem

It's always time that makes you forget my first name.  After that we can only talk about punk bands and vinyls.  i consider myself in love with everything.  "ITS LIKE KNOWING THE BUTTERFLIES WON'T STOP". Can I ask, why Arizona?  I ate the best ice cream of my life yesterday and i won't tell you what kind.  All I know is there was baklava in it.  I fell over someone's bicycle.  There's so much I wanted to hear about Germany but everyone else is asking before me.  My head's just on your shoulder.  My hand on your inner thigh.  Remember the marching bands?  They aren't people over there.  Just us.