"here is a poem about being with good friends /or/ conjunctions are important"

sorry if my hair gets caught or
if i fall over but
its not really me or
its more me than i'll ever be but
its just these beers or
these cigs or
the way i feel when i'm with you that makes me a little drunk or
just a little tipsy or
i just act this way because i'm nervous or
i'm just really excited about the music and
the way it enters my chest and
thumps and
bumps around in there for a while making me all drunk on sound or
emotion or
people's sweat on and
all around me and
sorry if my hair gets caught and
steals ur knife by accident but
i will keep it on purpose so
that i remember this night forever and
i will let it thump and
bump around in my head for more than a little while making going to bed a little bit harder but
thats fair or
thats alright or
i like it a little because i have something thats makes me not want to escape to my dreams for once or
this is all a phase or
a mistake and
its all made up in my mind and
it just thumps and
bumps around until finally things start to settle and
i see or
know or
feel that we gotta get outta here and
we gotta get to somewhere safe and
warm and
together or
we gotta get to a place where its cool and
calm and
peaceful so
that my hair doesn't get caught and
i let the music fill me up or
i am peaceful or
i have trouble sleeping at night because of all the thumps and
bumps i have because of the nights i have shared with you.