Analysis of "With Friends”

In the sunset we come together,
To become best friends forever.
We hang at the big bungee bungalow,
Under the trees, with a woe.
Staring in each eye, looking toward the sky,
Where we lay, imagining to fly,
And talk as if we’re saying goodbye.
We come again and again as we grow
In the sunset.
Laughing together in nice weather
And coming together whenever.
And talking so confident, like we all know
To the bungalows is where we go.
Coming together forever,
In the sunset.