Jumbled up bits of poetry

Memories.

"Yo we're lit as fuck." My best friend said to me.
Lying on her bed in high school making memories.
We did not know on that day we would trip.
But we knew whatever we did was going to be sick.
So we buckled our seatbelts and went along for the ride.
And we stayed out late and partied all night.
When the trip was over we did not weep.
For more weed was waiting in the other best friends jeep.
So we smoked and got high then flew off to bed.
Until next time my friends. Until next time she said.